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Crooked Mile Lyrics
We beat west (it beats us back) from that bitter broken bitch, she pulled us back to nurse on her silted tit, and pull us down to her rusted womb, to be unsung cogs fell to unmourned/unmarked tombs.
We beat west for bluer skies and sweeter lies, we fell past the pale and back through the pulp and the pink.
We made our beds and now, like rust, we shall never sleep.
So let us drink to the dreams, and the dreamers long dead and gone between us, line up a shot for every fight we've fought and lost, and let us pray that it's slow, we tip to the measuring line, to be fit for a box of pine.
We beat west for bluer skies and sweeter lies, we fell past the pale and back through the pulp and the pink.
We made our beds and now, like rust, we shall never sleep.
So let us drink to the dreams, and the dreamers long dead and gone between us, line up a shot for every fight we've fought and lost, and let us pray that it's slow, we tip to the measuring line, to be fit for a box of pine.
Song Info
Submitted by
get_fighted On Aug 01, 2007
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