We Left the Garden Too Soon

All night it was phones ringing
In the basement
Heads stowed away in cupboards
Love wrapped in barbed wire
Incapacitated on the factory floor
Wake me up to the sound of pounding on the glass
Locked into phone booths
And industrial fans
Cock in the gas hose
Don't go out in the cold again
Burn down the fucking house and the neighbors beg me to call the cops



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Writer(s): Parking Lots
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