Is it come and gone?
Is it long before the spirit shaves his legs?
Is it wrapped in trash, sent back in a sanitation
tank?
Is it disinfected, disconnected ’til it grafts
some wires?
Is it sped up, spun around brown and yellow in
the fires?
What is this town? they said I got no place to
be
The money need is taking everything I see
Is it comes in lovely bones that put their shirts
on ice?
Is it fireflies that cross out eyes with any
spice?
Is it normal, born-again? let the vultures drink
and drown
Is it’s force from weathers, birds of feathers
never found?
What is this town? they said I got no place to
be
The money need is taking everything I see
Is it come and gone?
Is it long before the spirit shaves his legs?
What is this town? they said I got no place to
be
The money need is taking everything I see
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