Everything’s a shade so if the memories remain
In the morning after shots they can carry me away
On a gurney for god’s sake
With John Brown’s body a-mouldering in the grave
Perhaps there’s hope we can be saved
There’s a skeleton inside me just dying to get out
To crawl into his grave in the warm, warm south
With fear in his marrow and cotton in his mouth
He lives in trenches with the worms and the burning gout
And he’s still not sure what we’re fighting about
I saw a man jumping down from the moon
He hanged himself from a starry old noose
Every crater was another fucking bruise
And his weathered face had been trampled by boots
Of men who claimed they knew his quiet truths
I dreamt that I could be at peace
But the nightmares come and they tear at me
So I take my pills or I count my sheep
And my body shakes when I go to sleep
But I've got no one to comfort me
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