Night of the Longer Knives

Will somebody please tell me what's going on

Cause I'm well off the tracks

But I'm sure you know that

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Can somebody please tell me what has gone wrong

So I can do the deed

And you'll know that it's done

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Sometimes I think I think too much

But they all say the gut's the heart


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See I've collected clues from clouds and fools

And songs which seem to echo doom for one

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Still I'm baffled, lost at sea, tackling all that I see

With questions made of thin debris, the remains of my memory

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And leaving used to mean escape

From towns and rules and scrambled tape

But now it resonates a tone of ruby slippers

Jutting from a cardboard home

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They sure know how to talk and tease

Heavy taunts on a silent breeze

But the gist gets stuck somewhere

Between the tonsils and the air

That they can freely breathe


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Don't mean to be the tumor sucking on your society

But some faceless man bought their bus tickets for free


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Yeah the plot it sure has holes

Tell me something I don't know

No really, read it back to me

I didn't get the script, you see

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How the hell can I repent or try to heal what's crooked-bent

When I can't feel time like you, forty-eight months and counting

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Not to mention all the facts

The rumor mills, the news on tap

You got hand-delivered them

And I'm the widow waiting for the letter

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Can't you see I'm trying here

To make amends, make this fog clear

I am stupid, I am queer

But I'm not playing dumb

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Yeah you say that you're a friend

Five reasons I envy numb death

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Cause when they cut they do it slow

No fist-fights in their bungalow

No jolted arms or upfront blows

They're frenemies, but never foes

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Don't tell me I still have a pulse

When you've destroyed my holy ghost

Mixed batch of radiation and confessions

Never making the candid

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Should have been a Pisces or a summer babe

Then maybe I'd get away with it all like you and your knaves

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And when I'm pushing daisies or blowing in winds far from here

Money will change hands and they'll show up with veils of tears

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As for now I set a date but someone beat me to the plate

How long till sorrow's empathy becomes a state of self-pity

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Since when is death a shallow game

Birth certificate's a bane

When every single ounce of pain

Boils down to your last name