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This town: Near-demilitarized Carrier pigeons Commit ritual suicide Pleas for pity and blank responses collide Tied to their ankles Tied like tired anchors But I know You drink Like a fish out of water and your everywhere, everywhere, Without a drop for me We were land lovers Together or don't you remember? Don't you remember? And between empties and keys I know you've fought wars But your a regular Benedict when you wander, like a derelict, House to house You're a regular Traitor We stood and shook red-handed, Burying the hatchet, Even as our legs cried out to run in different directions Yhe innest crowd is throwing up last night's party On a floor that isn't theirs 'til even their bodies hate their guts We've worked this swords to ploughshares and back until our shared secrets were cannon fodder, and comforts caused a coup d'etat Bell, book, and candle So are you gonna to drop me like your morals? You gonna drop me like you promised? You gonna drop me like our ideals? Gonna drop me like our dreams? or are you gonna drop me like your concern For others and being honest? You gonna drop me like all logic? Beyond reason, there you are (You can't draw the bow back and blame the arrow) (We stood and shook red handed, burying the hatchet, Even as our legs cried out to run) |