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It's Good to be Clown Shoes When You Work at The Circus EP

by Latin For Truth

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My old flame, an oil flag concerned, with dark bars leading prayers to the vacant church send writers and professors to the house writing bills instead of paying them Menshevik blood, cooler than Davis sketching Spain my silo eyes see war as hell, new hell ever new again Menshevik head on a bloated American boy Does the house seem red? blue bloods green to anyone? the world fights itself the well diggers soul knows don't toast the capitol no one votes for a life of digging holes I was born poor, gonna die poor that's what I'm fucking made for I was born poor, gonna die poor Is that what I'm fucking made for? I was born poor, gonna die poor that's what you're fucking made for I was born poor, gonna die poor that's what I'm fucking made for (born in the dark) every new again liquor'd up diggers spin ever new again don't toast the capitol
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Cold Quay 03:36
God grant me an audience with the doctor, with the doctor It's rough when you piss excellence, one drop is spice for our shit existence So we hold on to the hope that we'll hear his engine purring at our door, one chance to see every life unfold oh lonely, when all you have is traveling separate from the call at the end of the lines Oh lonely, rose is always on our minds but who can rip a hole in the fabric of time all alone all alone still fucked up and blue to the bone England, you're the anchor from which the booth swings earthly Torchwood be damned, Bad Wolf will answer everything England, you're the anchor from which the booth swings the Ponds are gone but you still have River Song maybe that's what you need blue to the bone
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I am my stepfather's jealousy for the eldest son the tape I found that scarred my childhood republic hyperbole trance coining the vote the card who dreams till it's caught in the spokes I'm the baby in the boiler, yelling for my mother a hassled skater lookin’ for cheap weed and pavement the memory of the ballot booth you’ve never seen years you lose to death after too much sleep Hey, hey, whiskey moon. Hey, hey, whiskey moon. Hey, hey, whiskey moon. Hey, hey, whiskey moon. wallow and worry, cold from the fury drink when you’re getting down scream, “fuck the pigs, swerve at wolves.” death to my beasts, deliver peace wallow and worry, cold from the fury I’m scratching dollar tickets in Tennessee, terra moan over the valley of my home too broke to live, much less to get laid. fuck me, fix me says the renters and fuckless. love yourself and clean up the mess. bastard boy bawling in the marrow of his soul where the drinks are IPA’s and cheap gin, kicking crows for shots. bastard boy dreaming abroad cause his ass is stateside. My, oh my, how the helpless poor pine. Terra Moan, Terra Moan at the whiskey moon lonely renters cry in their glasses a toast to you, a toast to you

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released May 1, 2013

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