Bums rushed out the door
Momma didn't want you anymore
A thornless rose in her side
A burden despite being bonded by blood lines
It wasn't the right time
She said "no more free load
This is the end of the freak show"
Half shaved and heart broke
Half slewed and half snapped
A rat trap snapping back
Hand bone, hand me down
Baloney sandwich, lonely clown
Smoke, laugh, toke, craft
Porn, blood, piss, grass
Kiss, miss, heart, hand
Tried to take a stand
Down dropped sales low
The joys and woes
The curtains slowly close
Burring down the house
To smoke them out
Smoke 'em out, smoke 'em out, the dead girl shouts
I was on the verge like so many times
Got children and wives waving forks and knives
The new sound circles round
Slaughter raging, death dice fall, hot house burn down
Foes upon foes, west to east it goes
The dead girl says "let’s just be friends"
In the glorious tone of marrow and bone
These days of ore
The chance we meet once more
The smoke lightening crack asunder
The boom of guns and the peel of thunder
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