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Rope to neck to beam to earth
All out of time, all out of breath
Rope to neck to beam to chair
You'll sweep the earth, you'll dance the air

And I might spare the skin
If you bring me the head
But I'll still take the spine
And the insides instead

I might spare the neck if you
Bring me
The head

Bring me the head

Where now the judge and the cross
That spurned the pariahs sins?
And I'll be the one, who's name you will curse
For the shackles they put you in

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from Working Men's Club, released August 23, 2016
Kenneth Allan

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