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soldiers, soldiers, drinking out the night 
bombs that splutter in the road 
gets kind of eerie in the pale daylight 
when you know you’re far away from home 

sand, sand, dollars in your shoes 
coats that fasten all wrong 
face so pale i thought that i was dead 
i died and i was singing this song: 

beat heart beat 
flow blood flow 
gonna cry like a crow 
on some dark corner of the road 

planes, planes, singing in the sky 
falling now like angels in the air 
blood on the needle of a fresh tattoo 
leaving lines as fine as angel-hair 

grown sore, steady in my hand 
sandstorm lifting in the noon 
gunsore, gunsore, sitting in the shade, 
chewing gum and humming this tune: 

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and there are things i would not wish for you 
not wish for you, not wish for you 
to see those things i would not wish for you to see... 

blindfold, blindfold, hanging from a tree 
rape grows yellow in the fields 
standing in the porchlight with your hair like flames, 
i stood out by the trailers and wept 

girls, girls, crying in their clothes 
spiders in the holes beneath my feet 
felt so cold i thought that i was dead; 
i died and i was singing this song: 

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angel ray almost seventeen 
swallowing up the bullets like sweets 
lay out in the sand like god’s sweet dream 
(lying like a [bad word] out in the street) 

smile on his face but his neck torn clean 
nothing in his pockets but [bad word] 
tell my mum i’m gonna marry justine 
just as soon as i can get home