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Riverboat Gamblers To The Confusion Of Our Enemies

Latchkey children, so we don't have to find a villain, cause we're bored and sleepy face down on a desk. Gotta backpack full of comics and a condom in

again. Those those who see that by not playing and not giving in...they win. To have no good reason, To no cuts and lesions. And to the confusion of our enemies

Atom bombs and foreign tongues. Hold my breath until I'm blue. Politics and talking shit, wrap it up and give back to you. I said NO, NO! that ain't

Time has gone slow, smell the gin soaked guard who opens your cell. Shuffle outside, squint the sunlight, first you've seen in a while. See the golden

Fevered dreams of broken things that may come true. She says that your magic charms, they won't save you. Read it in my palms, read it in my tea leaves

No kidding? Do the children really have no ears? Leave the bassinet lying so the snakes on the ground, they can come and find them? Is there really a

Late at night with our sharpest eyes on, spot land on the horizon. There's something creeping in the dark. The sea swells crashing to the shallow but