ll the latest toughs, you’ve got to shrug them off or shut them off. With
ten-thousand-time-told truths, you’ve still got to ask for proof. Ask for
proof, because if you’re dying to be led they’ll lead you up the
hill in chains to their popular refrains until your slaughter’s been
arranged, my little lamb, and it’s much too late to talk the knife out
of their hands. Well, I woke up on a foggy morning. Hiding from the sun, he was
hiding from the sun. But it came out and it shot its rays down. Burning
everyone, it was burning everyone. But they were dying, anyway, to turn to ash,
to feel their feelings flash and finally fade away, in a fabulous and fiery
display. Look, though, I don't know what notes you want to hear played, I can't
think what lines you'd like me to sing or say, and I'm not sure what subjects
you want mentioned. So pause and add your own intentions. We've included a form
you can print out and fill out and send below:
All the latest toughs, well, we have seen that stuff, and we have seen enough
blood in dying coughs, which means that we have lost. We have lost, and if
you’re crying to be tossed they’ll toss you down the oubliette
with all the old things that you let yourself forget because you’d like
to love a star who’d throw you down below the ground he thinks you
are.
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