I've been licking wine from the bootstraps of the clergy
I scarecrowed off the blackbirds in my mane
you looked and said, "God damn you've been tornadoed"

No old soul, you're close,
I've been hurricaned

My steps are cursed by a sense of caution,
death the only ill I've yet to catch
You wrote to me, hoping I'd been snowed in
wrong again my friend, I've been avalanched

I've been sleeping with the wolves down in the basement
fleeing children's beds with stolen dreams
someone told you I've been wrecked and made dead
Not the case today, I've been guillotined
No not the case today, I've been guillotined
No not the case today

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