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Like Bones
by Michael Channing
stumble down the steps at 2 a.m.
heart fulla worms and a gut fulla gin
stomp like god till the light breaks in
stab the sun dead and do it again
rattle like bones in a drunken fist
left your home for the holy grail
came back with your dreams in a rusted pail
borrow a hammer and scrounge some nails
beat your heart into a crooked jail
rattle like bones in a drunken fist
when the cupboard is empty and every end missed
no one else sees the ghosts but still you insist
when the river runs dry and the eight ball is kissed
no soul to sell and a sutured wrist
just rattle like bones
You Sometimes Drive Me Crazy
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From Chains
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Handsome Devil
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Plague in the
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Umlaut
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River Through
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God Damn America
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