The last knife in the drawer
is the last knife in the back
and Washington never cut down a cherry tree
but he did have wooden teeth
I'm sure they are on display somewhere
The Fish swims in the mirror
small line of color unknown to the eye
ripples in my reflection
the flashing white smile
the number on the dial
and the world keeps turnin'
the tide keeps rollin'
the beaches are shrinking not growing
the last thought on the mind
is the last thought on paper
I'm the new Savior
here ta save ya
it's the gun I got in your back
you soul in my paper sack
I'm gonna put it on display somewhere
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