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You need a gun and a signal for vultures

You need a net to catch all that you're seeing

Floors long enough to scrape all of your knuckles

To the bones and then back home

This is a fence line for scarecrows and buzzards

And all the books that you're reading and reading

Department store mistakes all of your worries away

the city tallest drink couldn't make up your pavement

This hill has pipes coming out of it's sides

With concrete poles down holes to shake your ass to the concrete sound

And downtown the people is moving and moving, I'll never know what is held onto

And I am nine years old with short legs and all

Late at night, calling to get some prices well I got a bright idea for you

It's in the smoke alarms and all these things on my ceiling

We could use more up there they work out really well

These are the pants that fit me, these are the suits on hold

I want to move to your town, jump and really smell the people running around

Baby, if you want to, you can swallow me bones and all

Your golden tongue was disconnected with one sound