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Fog dangling thickCan't see the right roadStreets are sickThe eight day millIt might grind slow, but it grinds fineIndian rope man, while looking onTells common clay he's heavenly bornRetired layman looks on in scornWith a transplanted heartKiss him quick, he has to partYeah, yeah Indian rope man sees the timesSplitting loose the edge of mindsCatching losers in his line, in his line, yeahKiss him quick, he has to partYeah, yeahIndian rope man flexes his eyeDissolving the fogRevealing the lieIndian rope man holds my trick in his heart, yeahKiss him quick, he has to partYeah, yeahSongtexteIndian rope man sees all strifeCutting down eternal lifeWhen his soul transcends his heart, ohKiss him quick, he has to partYeah, yeah Aus Songtexte Mania