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I hold on tight to the Promise Land

The last few days have been sharp,

but not knife-like

It's been more like a garden hoe, slicing away at

this skin as if it were decent soil

But

I grow back fast

The few who love me could tell you that

It's like back at that playground at school,

we were all chanting

"how low can you go"

"How low can you go?"

Oh, I can get low

You'll see

You'll see, I just know things



But I'm a liar, she says

And she thinks she knows me just

as well as anyone else

cuz

we used to talk for hours til

the sun bullied out the night

And she'd ask me why, why

was my heart so scared?

And I'd tell her why

I'd tell her, it's in every good book

Just read one and you'll know why fear is there





All the good deeds go unfulfilled

And there's a price for our pleasures

I like girls and cigarettes

So I'm going to hell, I got

a one way ticket baby

like good old John Lee Hooker

There's nothing right about a massacre, even

if its cause is a holy one

And you can't take a native mans land because

his is prettier then yours

And you can't sell your women and children for

feel good drugs

It should have been a rule, written somewhere down the line

But we all know how fragile that line is, so, we don't

touch it

We just sit back, and pretend we don't have hands



And I guess it just hurts

A week before your birthday

so you thought there'd be someone around to

grieve with

Well, you've got the breeze and you've got

the day off

and you've got nothing but time to figure

out what's going on with your big stupid heart

It skips beats and makes a rattling thump when it does

and next week

you'll hear the doctor tell you you should quit the things you love

cuz it's just no use to that heart no matter how

strongly you convicted that it was

Man knows best, after all.

He lives on, longer then God

But I just want my women and cigarettes

I'll be dying regardless, so let's

go ahead and cry about it now

Me and my two eyes will sing

happy birthday and

mary had a little lamb but ate it for her

fucking pleasure

So what?

She'll choke on the bones

I'm an Aquarian, and I just know things