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Lay low

Moonshine

Drink slow

That poison wine

Hanging on the vine like razor wire

I know this ain't no goddamn ruse

I saw your mama last night on the moon

She was covered up in mosquitoes

And there ain't no line she won't cross

House fire

Tall choir

Sing low

A hymn for time

Screeching through the smoke and the chambered pyre

I know this ain't no goddamn ruse

I saw your mama last night on the moon

She was covered up in mosquitoes

And there ain't no line

She won't cross

Sound off when I call you

Line up boys and listen

Yeah, there's a learning curve here in the land of the living

Daddy don't leave us, they cried to the rhythm

Of that crude congregation of gossip and flame

Yeah, that crude congregation of gossip and flame

I know this ain't no goddamn ruse

I saw your mama last night on the moon

She was covered up in mosquitoes

And there ain't no line she won't cross

She won't cross

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