They hit you with their papers when you're living
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on loan. They're the ones who say nothing when you
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answer the phone. You see them in the alleys when
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you're passing late at night, but you tell your friend
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to check it and there's no one in sight.
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I never wanted it
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I never asked for it
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I surely didn't sleep with them
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If the phone rings, don't answer it
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Death is their only way to survive
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The neck of Anubis strangled by wire
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They hold their eyes in their fist
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One is fire . . . one is ice
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They roll them across the bed like some loaded dice
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7 come 11 but I could not stay
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I kissed her eyes on the sheets
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I took a bus to yesterday
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Their flesh is a cemetery, centuries old . . .
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You are free as a lap dog
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Just do what you're told
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They wear spandex and gloves
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And feed on fetus flesh
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They're the fashion rage
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Of the empirical age
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But I never wanted them
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Never asked for them
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Didn't sleep with them
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Please don't answer it
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Death is their only way to get high
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The neck of Anubis strangled by wire
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They say, "I'll live for your sins
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If you will die for mine . . ."
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I'll summon the darkness
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If you buy the wine
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They're all underage
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Yet they're a thousand years old
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They make you feel so clever while you're being sold
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Them
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| Jim Carroll |
