I want my records back
and that motorcycle gas tank
that I, spraypainted black
the owls have been talking to me
but I'm sworn to secrecy I woke up in
a burnt out basement
sleeping with
metal hands
in a spirit ditch the moon it will rise with such
horse laughter
it's dragging pianos to the ocean
if I had a home
you'd know it'd be
in a slide trombone I woke up in
a burnt out basement
sleeping with
metal hands
in a spirit ditch (mum on answerphone interlude) I woke up in
a burnt out basement
sleeping with
metal hands
in a spirit ditch.
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