Forget about the frauline featured in the fold
I told the truth to the heavens
So keep it silent and
Don’t let the Quiet Queen know
You’re sad, desperately down
Rejected, refused full of hatred
Righteous rhetoric right here, right now
The silence of everything living
In reality western boys disperse and rally in their wealth with long luxurious manes
I’ll desperately reach out to touch the darkening space dust
Flame from flames with a cheerful confidence
They’re not concerned if Ruth’s sober
Tight lined and taught on the good ground
Realizing and rejoicing
I converse with my friends
I’ll get dirty during the day
And dispel the big black sleigh
Oh yeah! Repeat it
When you’re mobile and cheap and alone
You’re sad, desperately sad
Big black hole in your head
You’ve done so well, done so well
You arrange everything in a methodical manner
Pour water on the frozen lake
Wait in the wings
Flame from flames with a cheerful confidence
They’re not concerned if Ruth’s sober
Tight lined and taught on the good ground
Reaching an imperfect plateau
Your father hesitated and everything was a wash
I think I’ll get clean and let Ruth talk
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