you're walking through the forests where they feed the trees broken glass.
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john lennon and the rolling stones crooning in plastic bags.
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spit shine your black luck now, baby.
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you turn on the radio, the speakers spit tangled talk.
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everything is war and who's fucked their way to the top.
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but they'll eat black clouds we all eat black clouds.
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you're working on a cruise serving caviar to the cruel.
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they repossessed your heart; you're making payments on your face, too.
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spit shine your black clouds now, baby.
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and what if your religion turns out to be a cruel joke, and you're fucked beyond all hope?
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gonna spit shine your black clouds now, baby.
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first you stayed in bed all day and walked around all night.
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then you threw your phone away and slept beneath the freeway underpass.
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your mother slit her throat after your father's heart attack.
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and you've got two little sisters still in school.
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what'cha gonna do? what'cha gonna do?
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just sit and watch the ships loading their freight
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and pale pelicans feeding their young and grasp at the barbarically charming sun.
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out on the weekend talked your way out of a first date.
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said your uncle was famous, by then it was too late.
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spit shine your black luck now, baby.
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fall asleep to the tv-the cops are talking tough
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to the cameras in the backseat, to the audience at home.
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but they'll eat black clouds we all eat black clouds.
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once you knew a girl with skin like a sapphire sun.
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took you back to her apartment, told you everything you did wrong.
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spit shine your black luck.
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spit shine your black luck.
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the sky's so desolate like flesh on a skull-shaped balloon.
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you sit in bed writing love letters to yourself.
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no black ink on the black paper, baby.
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stare at the ceiling, fall into dreamless sleep.
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day climbs your chimney, taps you on the shoulder blade,
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"spit shine your black clouds now, baby."
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all your best friends grow up to be successful actresses.
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all your bitter enemies died of liver failure in kent, washington trailers.
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all your brothers made babies until their brains turned brown.
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the world's lounging longways on an unbridled black cloud.
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Spit Shine Your Black Clouds
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| The Blood Brothers |
