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Tom Waits - Grapefruit Moon
new lyric:
Torch the treasure!
Torch the shovels!
Torch these hands dipped in gold lacquer,
Torch the finger-prints painting a violence portrait on spinal wings.
I buried my bride of eight inch fingers neck deep in the hungry quicksand.
I buried out children of pineapple skin
where the generic sunsets sparkle so bland.
I split my grandmother like a rotten papaya...
our fright to pollenate the flowers of fire.
I vomited my skeleton and donated it to the war mausoleum...
I cut my will and testament along the scar tissue seam.
I packaged my heart and fed-ex'd it to the octopus queen.
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Your arms are broken!
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