the jealous wife does set me up for deceit
she eats my goals and funds my smile
keeps me hallowed but in chains
no no more
no more
no more
no, no more
by the cunts and the caskets and the cains
by the chains and the chariots and the chiseled smiles
somebody wants you somewhere
in the their arms
in the their sight
in the grave
and if you ask me
there's nothing like the service
winchester firecracker traveling band
you bend whistles to speak no love no love in your voice
you haven't the gift to forgive me you haven't the spirit
there's nothing to do so you take out your ribs
and you play me your song
no kind of rhythm
no kind of blues
your feet are rubber your feet our glue
whatever i say doesn't seem to stick to you
fight fight fight and you want me again
I don't know how to pretend
any more
Stuart Sparling
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