Take a dive down in the silty murk
Ride around town in your darling's skirt
Leave your gun at home put your knife to work
Use your hands as a basin to sate your thirst
The worry is in her eyes tonight
She does not have the strength to fight
Your hunger
Your hunger
Then god decays
But from old hard marble
A man ought to be free
And follow the winds of trouble
Be free of your greed
Let go of all you know
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