Preaired Pilot "Chapter One: In His Own Image"
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The sun came up with no conclusions
Flowers sleepin' in their beds
The city cemetary's hummin'
I'm wide awake, its mornin'

I have my [bad word]  I have my woman
they keep away my loneliness
My parents, they have their religion
But sleep in seperate houses

I read the body count out of the paper
And now its written all over my face
No one ever plans to sleep out in the gutter
Sometimes thats just the [bad word] place