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Three hundred ninety miles from tuscon take a cannibal to church will she sing a hymn, will she sing a hymn? don't laugh at her preaching, don't laugh at her preaching there in the desert, sting ray spider ants lit up the house off the whites of her eyes other fires would just start up on their own some random, some by desire Under the desert of sand and broke glass chips of spine, knots of hair there lies an ocean that hides the black cancer deeper and deeper, deeper and deeper it goes Sand flows up when this ocean rolls down who's in the crow's nest, who's in the crow's nest? watch for the black death, watch for the black death no mark made, unmarked grave buriel at sea, meant for me no mark made, unmarked grave buriel at sea, meant for me Aus Songtexte Mania