Two Knocks

Cold fire tonight and head slow
 Ironed eyes and lead to hide the gallows
 The crowd's stoned out on
 Bottles in the back and the red rope
 Bottles in the back and the red rope
 I shot him down
 Two knocks at the door and he hit the ground
 One last breath, well, I suppose
 And the beat goes
 And the beat goes
 And the beat goes
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 On broken strangers filled with blind hope
 Perched the thing with feathers made of red smoke
 As the sun bleeds down on
 All the tangled rivers and the loaded guns
 All the tangled rivers and the loaded guns
 I shot him down
 Two knocks at the door and he hit the ground
 One last breath, well, I suppose
 And the beat goes
 And the beat goes
 And the beat goes
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 The sun goes black as the cello plays
 The kind of cinematic swell that makes the critics say
 "If only we had made
 Something out of nothing for a quiet grave
 Something out of nothing for a quiet grave"
 I shot him down
 Two knocks at the door and he hit the ground
 One last breath, well, I suppose
 And the beat goes
 And the beat goes
 And the beat goes
 And the beat goes