The soft smell of somewhere
mixed with sweet melody
strangely strangles my lonesome voice
to employ the unthinkable power
that someplace this very hour
wasps are stinging hands
and minds are being washed in
skulls full of gin
Where have you been
What have you seen
Dirty laundry or clean
The American highway leads
in circles
Oh, Freak, Oh, Messiah
Write me a book
a pamphlet
a journal
Bleed me dry and
spread me thin
I'm ready to begin
Open the door
I'm coming In
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