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floating on a casket down the Mississippi
throwing
shadows cross the moountains of the moon
there I heard the daughters of december
singing a wicked tune into the graveyard
mouths
of children blue in the arms of mother violence
into the graveyard mouths
swinging from a star
down the passage we
never take
past that door we never open
lost in the locust storm
singing a wicked tune
into the graveyard mouths
of children blue in the arms of mother violence
into the graveyard mouths
swinging from that star
that star
back to Deadboy and the Elephantmen
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