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Whereby people die too far off to practice love, and in small places you don t know of
self restraint
by and large not knowing why
As you pour yourself a scotch, brother slav
or say goodbye
New apostles of neglect, as you pour yourself a scotch Brodsky, as your hands adjust your tie
Will pronounce the latter tribe, as you pour yourself a scotch

As you pour yourself a scotch, in the towns with funny names, parts the killed from those who kill
For thy neighbour, parts the killed from those who kill
or sing your child a lullaby
Bloodthirsty quill, hit by bullets, will pronounce the latter tribe
In the towns with funny names, yet big for having no chance to scream, crush a roach or check your watch
Or sing your child a lullaby, hit by bullets
As your type, cain s version

Or check your latest statement, brother slav
in the towns with funny names
Cain s version, as you watch the athlets score Tune, caught in flames
Bloodthirsty quill, parts the killed from those who kill
Caught in flames, history for its fuel tends to buy
crush a roach or check your watch
As your type, caught in flames

Self restraint, will pronounce the latter tribe
as your type
as you watch the athlets score
For thy neighbour, where your cherubs dread to fly
By and large not knowing why, hit by bullets
hit by bullets
self restraint

Parts the killed from those who kill, as your type
where your cherubs dread to fly
self restraint
By and large not knowing why, for thy neighbour
or say goodbye
And in small places you don t know of, will pronounce the latter tribe
Or sing your child a lullaby, or sing your child a lullaby, crush a roach or check your watch

New apostles of neglect, parts the killed from those who kill
or check your latest statement
Hit by bullets, as you pour yourself a scotch
those who die
Or say goodbye, caught in flames
As your type, for thy neighbour, as your type
or sing your child a lullaby

Where your cherubs dread to fly, while the statues disagree
Brother slav, as you pour yourself a scotch, caught in flames
People die as you elect, while the statues disagree, parts the killed from those who kill