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Mystical Seamen
03:08
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mystical seamen they live on boats
they are wiser creatures than you or i
when they walk the land they are protective of the ones they love
but in their hearts there is a void
it is as deep as a thousand leagues
their face is a book easily read
eyes of green and grey the sea and the sky
heavy wool and cracked skin
the smell of crusted salt and sweat
bellies of fishes scaled with the knives theyve used
with the knives they've used on the throats they've slit.
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The Killing Field
03:24
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in the white light of the night
we stand ready to fight
and the fog is floating in
like the ghosts of our dead friends
the spanish moss on the old oak tree
hangs like blankets for our enemies
and tonight the willows will weep
in the white light of the night
as we stand in the killing field
as we stand in the killing field
tonight as we pulled out our knives
they shined bright, bright in the night
we wore black leather
and faded denim and it was nice
in the bright white light of the night
as we stood in the killing field
as we stood in the killing field
tonight as we weilded our knives
i opened you up to the bright white light of the night
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silhouettes against the light
they are southern trees in the night
the black holes in the sky
they are sailing ships across the night
as we travel on these long lonely roads
as we walk along these long white shores
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Roachkillers
03:54
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we walk the land
we slip through cracks
we dwell in corners
we are roach killers
we got leather nooses round our necks
we got holes in our heads
and our shiny black bodies are wearing thin
hang us from a southern tree like the blacks
burn us from a wooden stake like the witches
everybody says they aint guilty
no, we ain't innocent, but neither are thee
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