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I'm stuck in a room your stare won't flatter I'm easily amused it doesn't matter out growing your old friends soon I'm pulling through, I'm pulling through strike me on the jaw, jumbo eggs crack lay your head sideways, lay your head sideways place your head around my neck and hope for blackening sky bootleggers pork and beans floods flooding rubber boots like dennis hoppers dreams the feathers fly from cock fights by the spice factory door it smells like a hot curry and christmas tamales are tied with a yellow string and the smell reminds me of, the smell reminds me of the markets full of cages with chickens and ducks the barrels of eels they are flooded out at twelve inches those glasses they are to big for my head and someone elses boots, they are hurting my feet the salt and pepper head said my lopsided chin beard it grows by itself Songtextethe collard, kale and swisschard are grown to feed swollen river prison camps hand made grave marks the spot where you lay and three brown teeth are left in your head tracks do divide, tracks do divide, tracks... Aus Songtexte Mania