The Red List - Hail Mary Mallon

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Leave me out

Speak freely then be out, be out, be out

Be out, be out, be out

Be out, be out, be out

We been at odds with our sins

We seen 'em crawl from the deep

We went too far, then we came back

And now we’re falling asleep

It’s been a shadowy war

It’s been a horrible year

It’s been the corner of adored

And feared in fourth gear

Part bear part…

…barely there in rare heirlooms

Eyes like the size of an urn in a smurf’s spare room

First dig it’s weapons and low fives

And the rest get to sweat and peck at their own eyes

Pass out…

…Hash browns over home fries

All spinning bowties and hideous bone piles

Close to the cloak and joke with a broke style

No smile hotel robe in the bulk aisle

Hail Mary on a hell-bound round-trip

Clack horns with various rebel outfits

Marginal charisma lived over brownies

Lived over Jewson’s with the reubens and the house thieves

We been a mouthful of beer

We been a down on our luck

We been an out on our ear

In theory louder than fuck

It’s been a hole in the head

It’s been a series of gaffes

It’s been a missionary meddling

In mysterious craft

And three the hard way

March into harm’s way, so what?

Hem and haw getting all «our day will come»

With barmaids that cuss and come from the rough side

Where they shrug at the fuzz and bust like a cup size

Just die

Punks run from the unkind bloodline

Sock full of drugs on the one nine, dumb high

The moonshine runners with their buckets full of mudslides

Ten erratic moods that commune around a plus sign

Vulnerable species, life on the red list

Poached in the city now he hides in the wetlands

Monologue on a cross doing headstands

From the coast where the goats grow up with a deadpan

My DJ is Whiz, when he plays he wins, he go