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Crone: Here upon this pillow Made of reed and willow You're a fickle little twister Are you sweet on your sister? Your fallow won't leave you alone. And granted for their pleasure Possessions laid to measure She's a salty little pisser With your cock in her kisser But now she's a will of her own. Husband: Damn your ankles and eyes wide From your fingernails to your ponytails too. King of the insects and the m-5 Over Charlemagne in a motorcade too. And baby needs a new prize Baby needs a new and shiny prize. Captain: In this place called Heavenly You were born here. This place called Heavenly You were born here. You were born here. Husband: And now all the marchers descend from high I will dedicate all of my awakenings to this. And damn all the angles that oppress my sight I will bleed your heart through a samovar soon. And baby needs a new prize Baby needs a new and shiny prize. Captain: In this place called Heavenly You were born here. This place called Heavenly You were born here. You were born here. You were born here. Soldier: They settled dust in your hair To watch you shake and shout it out. With our armaments bared We shed our bags and travel alls. From the lee of the wall He comes in chain and chariot And all his eunuchs in thrall Can scarce lift his line and lariat. Here come loose the hounds To blow me down. Chorus of Waifs: Blow me down. Soldier: On this stretch of ground I'll lay me down. Chorus of Waifs: Lay me down. Soldier: To sleep. Chaplain: And now stricken with pangs That tear at our backs like thistledown The mirror's soft silver tain Reflects our last and birthing hour Soldier: Here come loose the hounds To blow me down. Chorus of Waifs: Blow me down. Soldier: On this stretch of ground I'll lay me down.


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