put the knife under the flame you won't feel any pain hold this tea cloth in your mouth
67 blackout dead donkey in the snow down by where the ferns grow saw its spirit leaving south 67 blackout
we went out on the tear and we danced the carpets bare when i drenched the midweek dial
67 blackout my nerves they got shot i deserved what i got a left hook in a bow
67 blackout i taped a microphone to the chair and sang through the speaker
down the cables i did shout 67 blackout there's a tape of you talking buried in an attic somewhere
68 blackout i asked on the main street for it but no one knows a thing about it
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for poultice we'll soak some bread and we'll carry you to bed
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with or without
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for poultice we'll soak some bread and we'll carry you to bed