The rabbit killer left his home for the clough
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And said goodbye to his infertile spouse
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Carried air rifle and firm stock of wood
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Carried night-site telescope light
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A cemetery overlooked clough valley of mud
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And the grave-keeper was out on his rounds
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Yellow-white shirt buried in duffle coat hood
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Keeping edges out with mosaic color stones
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Jawbone and the air rifle
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Who would think they would bring harm?
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Jawbone and the air rifle
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One is cursed and one is borne
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The air rifle lets out a mis-placed shot
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It smashed a chip off a valued tomb
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Grave-keeper tending wreath-roots said
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"Explain, move into the light of the moon"
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"I thought you were rabbit prey, or a loose sex criminal"
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Rifleman he say "Y'see I get no kicks anymore
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From wife or children four
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There's been no war for forty years
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And getting drunk fills me with guilt
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So after eight, I prowl the hills
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Eleven o'clock, I'm tired to fuck
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Y'see I've been laid off work"
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The grave-keeper said
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"You're out of luck
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And here is a jawbone caked in muck
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Carries the germ of a curse
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Of the Broken Brothers Pentacle Church
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Formed on a Scotch island
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To make you a bit of a man"
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Jawbone and the air rifle
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Who would think they would bring harm?
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Jawbone and the air rifle
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One is cursed and one is warm
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The rabbit killer did not eat for a week
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And no way he can look at meat
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No bottle has he anymore
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It could be his mangled teeth
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He sees jawbones on the street
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Advertisements become carnivores
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And roadworkers turn into jawbones
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And he has visions of islands, heavily covered in slime
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The villagers dance round pre-fabs
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And laugh through twisted mouths
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Don't eat
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It's disallowed
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Suck on marrowbones and energy from the mainland
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Jawbone and the air rifle
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Who would think they would bring harm?
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Jawbone and the air rifle
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One is cursed and one is gone
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JAWBONE AND THE AIR-RIFLE
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| The Fall |
