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We buried John today
He was my oldest son
In the fields he fell
You couldn’t see his body
Surrounded by the cloud
We left him there
Til half past three
To wait out the storm
I felt like a coward
That I would trade his life for mine
But Molly, your face as the dust swirled around, I just couldn’t bear to lose you
If that makes me a demon
If that makes me a saint
Well god’s not watching
He’s ignored us for years
Ever since I first drank from that bottle
He’s scorned our tears
The dust blew the weathervane off
The roof of our house
And on it engraved it said
“A Happy Home Is What Keeps Us Pure”
I new it was a lie
I new it was a lie
The coffin we laid you in
Blended in with the dust
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06:10
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I’ll measure my worth
In empty glasses
Before I let this family fall apart
Day in and day out
They toil with their backs to the sun
Never seeing its rays
With cheeks scarred by winds of dirt
While I waste away
Everything we’ve earned
Sarah came home with holes in her palms
Like some sort of stigmata
From thrusting her spade
Again and again into the soil
Trying to dig up
Some reason for all of this
But finding nothing
Just an empty hole
My daughter I’m sorry
Tonight I play this hand
Not for my own addiction
But because I know not how to best
Mend my crumbling existence
The dealer sets my cards
I pray that god may hear
We’re all in
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The sun is rising
Any moment the sound of their knock will signal the end for us
They’ve come to reclaim what I promised
What I promised them was ours
Our home, our livelihood
I couldn’t bear to lose you all
They knew that I would fail
They knew I was a coward
In this endless sprawl
The vultures prey on all
Across the sands
A hooded man approaches
Our reckoning
He speaks for the power
He speaks for control
He speaks for all the mistakes I’ve made
Now they will take their toll
[The Taxman]:
“Saul you are a fool
To trade your home for a pool of gin to drown in
You knew you couldn’t save this one
You knew your time was up
Well here it is
Your well’s dried up
Your land is ours
From now on your family must wander
Through the storms of dust
Hoping someone will take pity on thee
Don’t look at me
For I have none to give”
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Death won't come too soon
Land of dust
Have pity on me!
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