Tipping Back the Twilight

The world as such laid out before me
here to read through with prescription
binoculors & a crescent wrench
as I would compile secret inventories
minus any lyric disclaimer
with a Fuck Death harpoon tag
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The Rusty Edge of a Night in Long Beach
Left a piece of my shadow there so that
I’d never find my way back
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1, 2, 3, Next
1, 2, 3, Next
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- Hey man, what’s up
- Livin on an island
- A sick island?
- Just back in town to help Frank put up a fence over in Swanton
- Great day for it
- Yeah, bronzin and working
- I’ll see you in the water
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Judgement Day (The Sequel)
A lullaby rocker with electric cowbells
roars toward you like a tractor
with the high-beams on