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you come on like gangbusters, laying it thick
arboreal sleestack, lost in the sticks
it’s warm for a witch trial. don’t you agree?
cold are the hands that would ever touch me.

you got energy of a classic creep.
with sex vibe for miles and shark eyes asleep.
no intuition, no need to sleuth.
poor is the man who would sully my view.

a one-minute story is all that you are.
a song undeveloped, beyond the first bar.
for all of your hustle, what did you win?
woe is the man with the cheshire cat grin.

you criticize life
you criticize pain
you criticize situations you’ve never been in
but dawn for the dilletants will come soon enough
alright!

the panic is leaking through every clear pore
your [? something about a torch ?]
so root for the crucifix on the skull full of rot
alright!

i’m in love with the people
i’m in love with a saint
i’m in love with a soldier from BALTIMORE!

I love this song, I already knew it in a way from the concerts and boots but this is so great, made my post-Finals evening etc.

I’ve been singing lines of it coming up in memory from bootlegs of it just waiting to come home and hear the real recording.

Can hardly wait for the ‘Real Emotional Trash’ LP. I read the story about the mazey journey to recording the album and fuck what a road.

So yeah, this song is great and thanks for posting it!