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We are all soured milk When we look in the mirror, we collapse We are all soured milk When we look in the mirror, we collapse When our time has come When our finger's on the trigger, we collapse Arms are fading Swirling like a poison in the sink Like the southern bell Playing songs of horror, like teeth among the grass Like a bullet shell Whistle and a howl Watch the good folks run We are all rotten fruit When the pipeline's are still flowing, we collapse When our time has come When the city needs a lynching to collapse Arms are fading The devil's in the eye of every man Water in the well A baptist and a baby were rolling in the leaves Keep her spirit well And (toppit?) baby's father will lay her out to dry
