Alone at last And no thoughtsno mindto rot behind A trail of disasters A final curse Abandoned hearse We ridedisowned Corroded to the bone The fields of green are bentobscene I lay upon the gravel And a worm of hopea hangman s rope Pulls me one way or the other A final curse Abandoned hearse We write these songs Corroded to the bone A bird of song is heard no longer In the evacuated Heavens The drain is drawn and drained and gone And on and onit doesn t matter A final curse Abandoned hearse We ridedisowned Corroded to the bone A bird of song is heard no longer In the evacuated Heavens The drain is drawn and drained and gone And on and onit doesn t matter

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