gun wears his alcoholism well
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finger in bottle and swingin' it still
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from Bed to Sink and back again
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clock is crawlin' round the same
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he's bustin' clock (he hates its face)
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just sittin' and talkin' to Heart and ticks
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talkin' back to Clock in slow and studied kicks
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the fears of Gun are the fears of everyone.
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fingers down the throat of love
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fingers down the throat of love
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fingers down the throat of love
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love! love!
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Gun does the waltz around the room
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collecting Table and Chairs and Sofa and so on and so on
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Gun wears his best blue suit, now let's take to the sky
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'we'll go dancin' and eatin' it up
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get a bottle and push it on down'
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and let's just beat it up
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transistor radio plays an overwhelmingly sad and lonely song
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saying 'where she gone? where she gone?'
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the fears of Gun are the fears of everyone.
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fingers down the throat of love
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fingers down the throat of love
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fingers down the throat of love
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love! love!
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FEARS OF GUN
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The Birthday Party |