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at the border in the morning they play
in the corner, number forty highway
it's the daughter of tennessee state, amen
they're better than the game that they play
they're geronimo and generate
everything that is good and holy, amen
no light, no soul
no sky, no flow
no clouds below
fold your tent, go to bed
and go home, home, home, home, home, home...
....fucking home
i'm a stranger to my own self
never thought i could do such a thing
when the bastard leader showed up and said
"i went off on a sordid routine, had a baby
she was just sixteen, at the bus stop depot holding, amen"
nowhere she shows
nowhere he goes
rainbows and toes
eyes pin you down
black hair uptown
home, home, home.....fucking home
