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Once, when I was dead,
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And lying still upon a dirty bed,
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A hag went through my clothes
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- her fingers cracked and dryer than a bone,
I screamed (but just in my head )
This corpse which lay upon a farmer s bed,
But my watch, my wallet was gone;
She was deceived and disappointed at every turn,
A battle - that s what had passed,
And me just a footsoldier killed in the mud,
With a hole next to my heart;
At least that s what it seemed like just at the start,
But the hole was filled by her hand
As she groped around for something she could take,
I guess, the spoils of war
Should just lie back and then complain no more,
So this - could this be the key?
To my general sexual inability -
To feel, the victim of theft
And me without a heart left in my chest
1 | Jimmy Clay |
2 | Open The Fire |
3 | Smugglers |
4 | I'll Remember You In My Prayers |
5 | Green Fields Of France |
6 | As I Roved Out |
7 | Rider In The Dusk |
8 | The Black Cat's Around |