oh, Boy

Shaved my face, got dressed, showing up outside your door
Ring the bell, get called in, throw my clothes on the floor

Acts of pleasure, day had seen, Birds singing tunes of joy
Say goodbye, leave the scene, Walk out in the streets, oh boy'


The night we sold October

The night we sold October
Rapidly awakening in despair
Came by a broken railroad cabin
In the April month of Might

Danced with a Mexican Mistress of Charity
Across self-tortured chickens that would not speak;

Our minds did not,
however not plot

The future outcome of a Cold Morning 
In a pityful corner of God's lost city
Where nobody could outrun
The madness of delusional midnight ramblers

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