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son - my little 28-year-old son! 
Well, you were born by now, because you were born about five o'clock in the morning. 
Er... you'll have a lovely
My god the years have passed me by
Where was I hiding

I've been around the world for some time
It's oblivious now

The morning sun is in my
future for you
Because you're the scapegoat, you are to blame
This is your life, fifteen minutes of shame

Witch hunt - guilty by association
Witch
Just twenty short years from the day you were born, you died by the hangman's hand. 
Yes, they're hanging Joe Bean this morning, for a shooting that he
twenty short years from the day you were born, you died by the hangman's hand.

Yes, they're hanging Joe Bean this morning, for a shooting that he never
Just twenty short years from the day you were born, you died by the hangman's hand.

Yes, they're hanging Joe Bean this morning, for a shooting that he
they're quick to pass him by
And the ones who drop a dollar, don't dare look him in the eye

Another Sunday morning, Sunday morning in America
Sunday
Tropical and warm
Making shadows through
The snow white resin covered skulls

Happy birthday to the war

Standing by the wall
A rainbow made of stars
Wise on a birthday party
In a world full of surprising fireworks
And sudden silence

Lying on a stranger's bed
A new day breaks like a speeding
Day before my birthday me and my cousin Dave
Drove his truck down to the border
And we hitchhiked the rest of the way
Down through Mexico

In
Oh, he listens to the countdown, every Sunday morning
From a cold solitary prison cell
And the music from his radio is like freedom down a dirt toad
feel the same.

My eye's framed by dark.
Nights and mornings have left their mark.
I'm not tired. I don't
Feel the year at all.

I'm wasting away.
how to make a living 
And all the birthdays, and ballgames, and Christmas mornings will never be the same 
Blessed are the poor in spirit 
For theirs is
in here
 Look in the mirror, my friend
 I don't understand at best
 And cannot speak for all the rest
 The morning rise, a lifetime's passed me by
the word,
I could stay with you

I could be handy, mending a fuse
When your lights have gone
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday mornings go for
When I get older losing my hair
Many years from now
Will you still be sending me a valentine
Birthday greetings, bottle of wine?

If I'd been
When I get older losing my hair,
Many years from now.
Will you still be sending me a valentine
Birthday greetings bottle of wine.

If I'd been
When I get older losing my hair
Many years from now
Will you still be sending me a valentine
Birthday greetings, bottle of wine?

If I'd been
When I get older losing my hair,
Many years from now.
Will you still be sending me a valentine
Birthday greetings bottle of wine.

If I'd been
When I get older, losing my hair, many years from now
Will you still be sending me a Valentine, birthday greetings, bottle of wine?
If I'd been out
Seven a.m., the usual morning lineup
Start on the chores and sweep 'till the floor's all clean
Polish and wax, do laundry, and mop and shine up
When I get older losing my hair,
Many years from now.
Will you still be sending me a valentine
Birthday greetings bottle of wine.
If I'd been out
Vital stats - how white was their skin
Unimportant - just another inner-city drive-by thing
Morning - fine - serve your first coffee of the day
Real
When I get older losing my hair, 
Many years from now. 
Will you still be sending me a Valentine 
Birthday greetings bottle of wine. 

If I'd
the word,
I could stay with you.
I could be handy, mending a fuse
When your lights have gone.
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday morning go for