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Down that alley


I’ve heard of a quiet man

He kept his mouth shut and went

To bed with a wounded pride

And then while he slept one night

It died


I’ve heard of a giant bowl

Where they fish out your tiny soul

They argue and place their bets

They wobble their giant heads

And growl


Hey, ho

Now you go

Live, grow

Thrilled? No?

There’s no rules

There’s sheep and wolves

Eyes ahead

It can’t be that bad


So we wriggle like lightning bolts

And we run around shooting volts

And we pick up our charred hearts

That we bury in scattered yards alone


Hey, say

Come, let’s prey

Wait until night

To let them hide

Hearts steer

Scarecrows scare

They won’t get far

We are who we are