Collapse

We are all soured milk
 When we look in the mirror, we collapse
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 We are all soured milk
 When we look in the mirror, we collapse
 When our time has come
 When our finger's on the trigger, we collapse
 Arms are flailing
 Swirling like the poison in the sink
 Like the southern belle
 Playing songs of horror
 Like teeth amongst the grass
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 Like the bullet shell
 Whistle and then I'll hum
 Watch the good folks run
 We are all rotten fruit
 When the pipeline starts to flow in, we collapse
 When our time has come
 When the city needs a lynching, we collapse
 Arms are flailing
 The devil's in the eye of every man
 Water and the well
 A Baptist and a baby
 We're rolling in the weeds
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 Keep her spirit well
 The tar pit Dave's father
 Will lay her out to dry