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balkan jawline
04:12
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I stand in awe of the Turkish boy, drawn by a cincinnati hand
His lover waits in the souq for the white bird to bring him news
It’s time for us to fly, it’s time for us to fly
I dreamt the palace was burning
and when I looked outside and it was
Only love will save us, I’m a page for one last night
Keep the caravan waiting, keep the torch alight
There are only three ways out: madness and death
There are only three ways out: madness and death
Your doctors won’t save you, your army won’t save you now
Only drugs will save you, and I stole all the drugs in town
Send a message to the world hidden in the king’s grapes
Send a message to the world hidden in the king’s grapes
Meet me on the palace lawn
Oil can and all your teenage rage
We’ll sneak up the balkan jawline
New names and a fake ID
We will never bow down again
We will never bow down again
You think we want your crown when you’re dead?
You think we want your crown when you’re dead?
We’ll be lords of nothing
We’ll be lords of nothing
Museum lights turn down
Museum guard ushers me out
Onto a windswept broad street
Where i get lost, baby im lost
Baby im lost out here
In the shadow of the luxury towers
In the shadow of the luxury towers
In the shadow of the luxury towers
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my name is artemus
04:45
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Out of the Death Valley and into the sand storm
Oh Artemus you’re AWOL again
Last mission stole a piece of his soul
There’s no hope for an agent like him
A phone in the desert rings
The devil says this is the end
I’m here to spare you death
If you bring me your president’s head
My name is Artemus
I was a horror machine
My name is Artemus
I got a soul in me
Oh, Artemus
You want my president’s head?
Oh, Artemus
Then lick the cum on my teeth
Now I’m before a Texas judge
To cut a deal for my years on the run
Hawthorne said a town needs a jail and cemetery
I say make two into one
I’m filling up your honor’s house
I’m filling all your honor’s graves
I fill em up with voodoo dolls
So Texas can feel my pain
My name is Artemus
I was a horror machine
My name is Artemus
I got a soul in me
Oh, Artemus
You want my president’s head?
Oh, Artemus
Then lick the cum on my teeth
A train pounds through the heartland
Buffalo eye the chattering class
I raise my loaded repeater
And tap twice lightly on a brandy glass
You know the thing about modern art?
It’s so cynical and evasive
You know the thing about modern law?
It's about knowing what your place is
You know the thing about modern love?
It’s all about the family
You know the thing about robbing trains?
It’s good work if you can get
So here we go
Empty your satchels
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note
03:40
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in the shadow of a wing
in shadow of a cloud
over everything
in this dollarless town
the sun fucks you up
the sun wants the rent
the sun beats lonesome
broken killing
over everything
And a plane flies on by
And it writes:
"take one free”
In the dead end of a job
At the dark end of a street
(I know it well)
In this lockjaw little town
where money is god
and god wants you bent
the bent keep all the secret meaning
to their inner selves
And there is only one sign and it says
there is only one sign and it says
"Take one free"
There is a note here
It waits for you my love
On the fridge when you
when you get home from work i know
it’s getting old the
same note every time
Don’t wait for me
I’ll be home late, late tonight
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