Dear God do you want to tear your knuckles down And hold yourself
Dear God can you climb up that tree Meat in the shape of a 't'
Dear God the paper says you were the king In the black limousine
Dear john and all the king's men Can't put you head together again
Before the bullets Before the flies Before authorities take out my eyes The only smiling are you dolls that I made But you are plastic and so are your brains
Dear God the sky is as blue As a gunshot wound
Dear God if you were alive You know we'd kill you
Before the bullets Before the flies Before authorities take out my eyes The only smiling are you dolls that I made But you are plastic and so are your brains
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