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the deal) I said I am my own On my own I am Immortalized in stone A cast-iron Psalm I am here to stay And I ain't going away My love will keep me
Your feet propped up on that kitchen chair Mornin' papers scattered all around you Coffee brewin' on that cast-iron stove And the pleasure of just
Can I get an, "Amen" For livin' in Hallelujahville? Sunday supper, we pass the biscuits Save the grease from cast-iron skillets D.C.'s broke
With a bamboo needle on a shellac of Chopin And the cast-iron heart that you failed to tear open At the other end At the other end of the telescope
With a bamboo needle on a shellac of Chopin And the cast-iron heart that you failed to tear open At the other end At the other end of the telescope
Sitting pretty here on Viceroy's Row He made a fortune out of barbed wire In the last days of the Empire Built a cast-iron curtain Just to keep control He
late in the evening as I sit here moping With a bamboo needle on a shellac of Chopin And a cast-iron heart that you failed to rip open At the other
has got it made, she thinks It has a cast-iron stomach, but a candle for a heart Odd the way the very stuff falls out Hard the way it makes you doubt
If you heat up honey In a cast-iron skillet If you boil some coffee Take my old cup and fill it What you'll have, and what you'll hold Is a helping
by And I would always turn In the room but never Assume that you're mine You throw me down With a cast-iron rule And you call me A fool all the time
stomachs of cast-iron Who been in to win and blast to the last siren On the slow-mo the calm artist with the so-so chick Chased them all like how he did
stomachs of cast-iron Who been in to win and blast to the last siren On the slow-mo the calm artist with the so-so chick Chased them all like how he did
misjudged Tall and shiny To gaze down On your feeble mind Obstinate Abhorrent slayer (Let me break Your sad stiff neck) Cast-iron tyranny To reign your realm
of the moon Hold up a city with cast-iron museum walls Explain your machines to the boys feed them with tools Bring out the skill in your skin polish your
Hold up a city with cast-iron museum walls Explain your machines to the boys feed them with tools Bring out the skill in your skin polish your hair
Dodgin' shady pasts, keep it movin', never die Check the skillet, dreams in a cast-iron mold Flippin' feels in the air, vibes comin' bold Flip the page,
on the cast-iron (?)" And drille terriers, drille." Drille terriers, drille For it's work all day For the sugar in your tea Down behind the railway And drille
You reach a point where strange things just make sense 'Cause an institutional logic of saving some expense And a cast-iron commitment to sitting
Chop some onions Not too fine Cue some music Pour the wine Melt some butte In a cast-iron pan Keep the cumin Close at hand Bulbs of garlic Mince them
yes it does Cornbread cooking in a cast-iron pan Neighbors sharing with an open hand Moonlit nights firefly dances Slow serenades of sweet romances
are born Heavy like castiron but still paperweight Taken the shake in microdoses Full of the magic hocus pocus Colors can move All of the room Bending
c stone can breathe here Wind is asphyxiated among the cast-iron columns c worm can meditate here Cliffs shudder with their Monstrosity Coal can
a cast-iron drill of friction in your refrains I can't tell if you're bad for me You see Your looks could kill and you taste so sweet It seems Oooh
marched through the dark With cast-iron hearts And all the strength we could muster With torches in hand we surveyed the land And stumble one after
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