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Drunken Ramblings A bed of fire or frozen snow,
lie in it, lie in it.
A bed of hatred never known,
lie in it, lie in it.
Quilts of fibre glass, quilts of wool,
Lie in it lie in it.
Pillows with dents which aren`t head-full,
Lie in it, lie in it.
The people you`ve hurt can make the choices,
they`ll make it, they`ll make it.
Their furrowed brows ironed out,
they`ll make it, they`ll make it.
Hope it hurts like i want it to,
we`ll make the bed, you`ll see it through.
Your pain will shower your victims with love,
your muscles tense, they`re releasing doves.
An eye for an eye, your legs for one arm,
if you`re scared all alone, as one we`re all calm.
hmmm. that's really interesting. I love the repetition, it's not overdone like it sometimes can be.