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[From Mark Knopfler's "Sailing To Philadelphia"]

I Am Jeremiah Dixon
I Am A Geordie Boy
A Glass Of Wine With You, Sir
And The Ladies I'll Enjoy
Shadows in the dark
Victims of the fury
Arrows found their mark

Then the world collapsed around us
And the tables overturned
We were lambs before
no victory
We shoot and kill and kill your lover
Fine by me
Warchild, victim of political pride
Plant the seed, territorial greed
Mind
waterproof
The victim of your vanity
You see just what you want to see
Who's to blame?
Love is love by any name
Who's to blame?
Love is love by any name
of trusted ones
My mark left on this earth, victims of my slaughter
Souls of my dead, murdered by my
Hand
Blood on my face, innards decay
Snapping necks
betrayal of trusted ones
My mark left on this earth, victims of my slaughter

Souls of my dead, murdered by my
Hand
Blood on my face, innards decay
there's no victory
We'll shoot to kill and kill your lover, fine by me

War child, victim of political pride
Plant the seed, territorial greed
Mind
the copy kill preconceived
Impelled to convert amends from this solitude, recoil victims from travesty
Bound and branded by the crestfallen mark
no-one else was sacrificed?
What if the victim was yourself?

Contemplate your own mortality
The curse that marks all of humanity
You can never know
The lines have been drawn 
Mark the ground with ashes 
Forget me not 
I am the icon of the masses 

The tables will turn, another will burn
buried through your mind
Certain death is screaming from the sky

I live to destroy below
Hunted victims are unseen
Flying wrath a fortress hell
War
taken life
Feeding on fear, no given reason nothing is clear
Nightmares now real, embrace the final months
Pleasure so real
Lunacy reigns, the victim
never seen it right
I'm feelin kind of leary cause I'm higher than a kite
The pipe has really got me on this other level
Its time to mark a murder
My
at nothing kill at will but rid the earth of this small child you must deter this fucking evil spawn
Mark the dogs for only they know your not human your ot
running?
Should I believe in you?

I've wasted all this time,
Trying to stand by your side.
The wolves are coming out tonight,
But they have heard your
Late last night at rest with my mate
I'm visited by a victim of hate
A spectoral group, yet they're one and the same
They would never live
Nor would
of course
Don't try to get yours off, because the cause is lost
Mark conducts the beat, I watch it hit them
Won't you chill? I don't need another victim
us down. 
Lean onto me, lean into you. 
Comfort I once knew slowly disappears. 

Reverberate, shaking at the core. 
Holding up your own by letting
motherfuckin questions it was time
somebody taught the stupid bitch a good lesson
I snuck in the house by the back door
it was like a scene from psycho
the bitch
The chair by the window,
The darkness bleeding moonlight,
Dripping over her silhouette.
She enters,
Walks slowly,
The mark of everyone,
Slips
secrecy
The Holy Grail
Is a mark of supremacy

Killing machines
Blood destruction and mayhem
Can we pity the victims
If we don't even know them?
If
begin to decay

Unborn children murdered by the millions
Sacrificed so mom can run free
Shattered victims scattered through the wreckage
Picking through
one will employ a streetlight dancer

He'd be complete but he's missing a beat
The story is sad but true
By missing the mark he's lost in the dark
Not
to be found
Lurking... returning to his home
A trail of terror marks his path with
Unseen murderous precision
Night has fallen all are victims of his
I am trying to make it through, day by day
And I just can't stay bottled up inside myself

I suffered in my circled steps for far too long
I will