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Vulcan sneers and puffs out a black cloud of smoke 
While Aetna sits quietly like an Ingres' Nude in a fascists house - my neighbour in fact 
Clean trimmed

and well in five layers of hell 
We have the God, the guns the government, my two gun-shells
And if you didn't get that joke by now
You'd better be a black

oughta live like they do in the picture show
Not smoking and screaming
Making all that hurt
And drowning it out with our faces in the dirt
If they only

Sounds Familiar

The Weakerthans

Fallow

1999

We emerged from youth all wide-eyed like the rest
Shedding skin faster than skin can grow
And armed with hammers, feathers, blunt knives
Words

and daily we're hanging by a thread 
Pickin pockets like monkey stealin bread
Tank out of gas n'only enough cash for Arizona
But that's alright I could make

RED LIGHT RUN
Music & Lyrics by: Michael Grant
© Michael Grant Music (ASCAP)
She got her black dress on
Shades down tight
She got a broken heart

moonlight

Standing up the top of that lonely hill
Spared by the company mines
My blue-eyed baby with her best dress on
In the shadow of a lonely pine

I
I sometimes
I feel like I wanna
Get off the ride
Like you know
You know
That I'm gettin' called home
Gap-toothed
And green-eyed
Black

When you woke this morning, you looked so rocky-eyed, blue and white normally, but strange ringed like that in black. It doesn’t get much better,

Wide eyed in the morning 
 It seems my thoughts are coming to 			
Piece by piece like a puzzle 
Even if they take a while 

To make sense and line up

And we’d play catch until the sun went down
A few years later my heart skipped a beat
When that blue eyed girl she fell for me
And her kiss turned my whole

brown brown
But you dressed in all black
We met at our friends wedding
What the fuck you call that?
I call it fate
Nah, I’m kidding
Unless you really wit

the photoshop to remind you
You want more do you want more

Tie your black door
To a blood red leaf, shame go away by the crossroads
Where the freeways need to be

My Side of the Tracks

The Former Fat Boys

Rocky Loves Emily

of angry young black men
and i'm slow at first bust, my cadence is rushed,
take a look at my face like Moulin Rouge i'm blushed
breath control hard feels

a cokey-eyed spooky chick
Kinda crackhead-ish
Bitch got middle-aged hips and a black fetish
Tapping a Newpie ash
I caught a buzz with her, starin' at her

Vultures, thirteen white eyed nymphs with
The frozen echo of a young wind enraged
Shadows of a cobweb torn down
Memories of rhymed lines like poems

Shatterproof

Swollen Members

Lyrics of Fury, Vol. 2

2003

exposed
I'm marching like a saint
I'm the shape the can of paint that night
Bear your ink the shape I write
Blare you seek the shade
I trace the tracks

We emerged from youth all wide-eyed like the rest. Shedding
skin faster than skin can grow, and armed with hammers,
feathers, blunt knives: words,

When you woke this morning you looked so rocky-eyed
Blue and white normally, but strange ringed like that in black
It doesn't get much better, your

soul
Deep like a black hole
To destiny we go
My sweet doll 
To destiny we go
My best friend
Our love until the end
My dream girl
Precious your eyes

what to do
What path to choose or how he's gonna follow through
Feelin' like the systems only set out for him to loose
He's black-eyed, goes to his

Miss Difficult

Cowboy Crush

Cowboy Crush

2009

was in love
With the black-eyed critter with the little bare feet
That they called Miss Difficult

She was skipping out of school when she was only 7