The empty tank is US
Expired milk is US
This is a test of [bad word] Better meet me here at dawn

Hop the wooden [bad word] past the sleeping hens
If you had any sense
You’d meet me here at dawn

Find the memory erase it from your mind
just give it up
Our friends and family will all get left behind
Just give them up

I’m gone as light is shot
Where [bad word] or not
I think you know you ought
To meet me here at dawn

Find the memory confront it like a crime
Beat it up
Your clothes and precious things will all get left behind
Give them up

Forget the painful past
Let go of all you grasp
This is the last I’ll ask
To meet me here at dawn