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Bry Webb
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Viva
There's a hole in this town Boneless and vacant Where an old man turned ashes
Swirly and dusting You rose with the smoke Above our drunken faces flashing
Bark like a mule Ye heavy angels Bang that paper drum
Slack mouth on the steps Low sacred heart Too wicked to weep or mourn
Amass for the skirt The neighbourhood Carried off on a losing horse Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
Zombie children Rise up hidden Clear your malice from the shelf
Make water on The shackles upon you Take pity on yourself
Bark like a mule Ye heavy angels Bang that paper drum
Viva the wild dog Long live the low-life Fallen daughters And bastard sons
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