Quarter Mile

He hangs up
But I'll call back in a little while
Is your brother still nuts?
See your father's fist from a quarter mile
Shaking through sleep
Smell the wounds of cheap booze and cigarettes
His brother's chief of police
Ex wife's a proud public enemy
Shut your mouth, sew it up
I believe you've seen too much

Face this week, from your knees
We don't need em
Stained with blood to reach your feet
We don't need em

But it's not enough
Slip your favorite sheet round the overpost
Tie a noose over top
Goddamn, watch how your body drops
Shut your mouth, sew it up
I believe you've seen too much

Face this week, from your knees
We don't need em
Stained with blood to reach your feet
We don't need em



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