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If you want to meet me

I'll be out with a street car named Confuse

Beating my drum with a chain wrapped tight

feel more than free to cut me loose

I heard a gunshot

or was it just a flashback from the bluff

midtown militia's long since gone

but I doubt they've had enough

Wearing my thick coat

do you feel any hint of winter's sigh

If you cheeks feel chapped and they look a little rosey

I'd be damned if I don't die

from pure heartbreak,

just the knowledge that you've been made a queen

to some rich, no good, superficial somebody

What I'd give to be a king

I'll journey southward,

out past the great divide

Going to take an elevator to the #7 floor

and maybe we'll talk on the otherside

Or I'll just stay here

tap away on my cow-skin vegan snaire

and drink to the life thats passed me by

and curse everyone who made it there