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Gather flowers for the city
We're finally saying goodbye
The suburbs where children are raised so their parents can die
Gather flowers for women
Resigned to keep fighting for poverty
They the saints of our precinct, those pious young sisters of charity
And I'm Pressed by your fingers
and pinned to the wall like a posterboy
In a motel so pregnant with sex that its hard to enjoy
Gather flowers for the gutters
We'll carpet our exit with fleur de l'ile
For destitute brothers still looking to garnish their misery
And I turn up the radio
Feeling so aimless and desperate
You're drunk on the end of the bed still kissing your last cigarette
Gather flowers for the preacher
Who thinks that the church is a rock
Poor Peter, so feeble, kept doubts hiding under his frock
Gather flowers for offices
Baking us bread out of bones
Each of those glass concrete teeth stands itself as a tombstone
Your eyes are like moons behind clouds
Are like ships sunk on reefs
You say that I won't know love until its picked from my teeth
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Afraid
01:08
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I am afraid of you
Like a whimpering dog
Like a female jogger
Running home through the fog
I am afraid of you
Like the moon fears the sun
Like Summer fears the Autumn
Like a drunk fears his tongue
I am afraid of you
Like Christ without a cross
Like winter without frost
Like "sorry for your loss"
I am afraid of you
Like weaning a calf
Like having the last laugh
Like carving an epitaph
I am afraid of you
Like the beehive in the beast
Unwelcome at the feast
Like the tongue in the teeth
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Saint Sebastian
05:35
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My death is always waiting around the corner
Taunting me to turn and stare like Sodom and Gomorrah
Like Saint Sebastian delivered from the arrows
I forfeit a place in the stars and wait for the club to come
Women will be the death of me
Just as women have been my life
The heads of martyrs Ive delivered
Just to make a girl a wife
Like candles in the moonlight they spit and sneer
Promising that they will be remembered long after I am dead
And I only stick around here for the fame
And you only sit beside me out of force of habit
Like a martinet devoted to the cause
Of our own personal history
Our paths are join religiously
By chains of time and love
Our chastity, our innocence
Corrupted from above
Against our judgement, our holy wills
Words came from the fire - Indulge these ills
My Salome, my Jezebel, our lives are rivers parallel
Theres nothing you could need that I cant give
My Effie Ruskin, my Janey-Jane, My Beatrice, My bouquet
You taught me never to spoil the child by sparing them the cane
So this is the life Ive killed for
Ive murdered for, Ive maimed
Your suitors Ive extinguished
Are too numerous to name
The lesson you learned from Proserpine
Dont linger too long behind
The cure is worse than the disease.
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