Sunday, 12 December 2010

ermits sermun

oh aye iah cud tell ya bowt cross n that
ow is muscles tiahtend bludless lahke lightin bowt
skye    ow is eyes rolld back lahke fruit machines
an is lungs burnt wiv is own wattery flud
iah cud tell ya bowt ow mary fell
scratchin  earf wivur scream
as she crumpled in ur usbunds arms
lahke wen ya punch air owta cans

ow is back spasmd int last moments
an e jiggld lahke an exicution
pepperd wiv bullets bfore
is droopy ead it is chest
an iah cud tell ya bowt ow it startid
t rain as e spat is last bref

ah but iah wownt    i downt think iah can
too dunn and stil it bi doin
dead over n over evry sundy mass
thats alota times dead then
so iah downt think i riite fair
t speak out n kill im agen

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