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If I drown I’ll send two by the sea. I know you’re dying to get here. I know you’re just like me. If in the ground, I’ll send a handful of seed. I know you’re dying to get here, baby. You know I’m always on leave. Last place? Oh, no no no. I get enough fast pace. I’ll take my place in the front. We’ll put our make up on. And slit our wrists for the scene. That would do it for me. We’ll play a make-up song. And translate in every key. That would do it for me. Oh, the awful sound as we struggle to breathe. I couldn’t silence the ship wreck. Don’t put it on me. I’ll slaughter the crop while you gather the sheep. We couldn’t live on the island, baby. I’m only working off need. If the band plays the ultimate theme. And my image upholstery. You’ll see you’re just like me. If I planned to be down on my knees, I would have driven a Chrysler, baby. I’d rather die in these streets. Just work off the need. Sleep off the need to breed. Talk yourself out of that skin again and I’ll teach you how to bleed. Seasick, severed, left for dead. Shuttered ending left unsaid. Train wreck muttering lies I’ve led as I watch that ship fall out of the frame. Stealthy sails set adrift at sundown. Burnt an effigy downtown. Stealthy sails set adrift at sundown. Burnt an effigy like the fucking Viking that I be. My last attempt at a sea to shining sea.