there's a dark stranger Who tries to lead us into danger I don't know what I'm gonna do They don't know what I'm going through Over the edge I look
guillotines I saw others, fallen, dance I was an incurable Necromantic old fool A phagadaena that crawled Drooling over the past A rabid wolf in shawl A razor's edge
door Switch off all that I own below Dive in my scalding wooden tub My own beach at night Electric Moonlight There will always be a moon Over
basement door Switch off all that I own below Dive in my scalding wooden tub My own beach at night Electric Moonlight There will always be a moon Over
up over the Rockies, Now I know she ain't you but she's here and she's got that dark rhythm in her soul. But I'm too over the edge and I ain't in the
down From her hair And threw them on the ground And the flies did hum And the flies did buzz around Poor John Finn Lying dead upon the ground Lying dead
meant to keep And I want to know the same thing I wanna know How's it going to end? The barn leaned over, the vultures dried their wings The moon climbed
it and sew it to joy on the edge of a cyclop and spinet it to rage on the edge of a cylindrical minute. Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker) put down that
to the galley How does it feel with my sword in your belly You can face the cold shank Or get ?blind funk it? when I'm makin' you walk the plank Standin' over the edge
for your wrists. Two daredevils high upon the water's edge. You throwing the knife that lands inches from my head. Sundown. Moon rise, moon rise,
' up over the Rockies Now I know she ain't you but she's here and she's got that Dark rhythm in her soul but I'm too over the edge and I ain't in the
down From her hair and threw them on the ground And the flies did hum and the flies did buzz around Poor John Finn lying dead upon the ground Lying dead
stars, the coffee taken with cream and scones under the Viennese Moon; whilst we are weighed, we are judged, and twist in this storm like birds over sails. III I have caught the dead
I?m fuckin walkin out in the moon light After midnight searching for you [Boondox:] Out After midnight searchin lerkin hurtin howlin At the fuckin moon
sew it to joy on the edge of a cyclop and spinet it to rage on the edge of a cylindrical minute. put down that rag simpering, callow and morose who