Heavy, slow and distorted dirge
Various guitars by Steven Rhodes
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Sleep in a railway shed, See a barbed wire horizon of red
Got a suitcase full of wine, Feeding all the shadows inside
At the hare Krishna feast, Chanting cymbals hand claps and bare feet
Banging heads against windows of trains, Shaking hands with nothing to say
When it started to rain, when it started to rain
I catch the western line, I catch the western line, I’m away
The daughters get depressed, So they go and get a medicine dress
The wives want a counterfeit nurse, So they cling to their three grand purse
The sister shave their legs, So the boys want to take them to bed
There’s a market for innocence, She’s got a price tag on her chest
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