None shall be weary nor stumble among them
None shall slumber or sleep
Those whose arrows are sharp and their bows bent
Their horses' hooves shall be counted as flint
And their wheels as a whirlwind
Their roaring shall be like a lion
They shall roar like young lions

They shall roar and lay hold of their prey and carry it away safe
And there shall be none to deliver
And they shall roar against them in that day like the hiss of the sea
And if one look on to the land behold darkness and distress
And the light is darkened
And the clouds thereof (?)

Oh let me be a water moccasin
Let me be a low beast of the field
Let me be a warm stone beneath a honey locust tree and free of the world
I want to float in the motel pool and drink a 40 and feel the sun bake down
And it'll bake down
It'll bake down
It bakes down to the motherfucking ground
Go thou forth and find trouble for trouble's sake
Go shoplift your weight in food and booze
Don't get tricked no matter where you go
Oh good adventurers let the river clean your bones
There's always a place for you in the middle of nowhere
You gotta be at home in the wasteland
Go find your life in the wasteland
Go find a land where you're not wasting your life
Go find your home
Go find your home
Go find your home

Living in a dark tower, getting darker by the hour
Will I wake up from a dark, dark daydream
Nothing can wake me from myself

Living in a dark tower, getting darker by the hour
Will I wake up from a dark, dark daydream
Nothing can wake me from myself, not you or no one else


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