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You’ve got to be careful

Or your days will be dull

You’re draggin' your shell

Til your sunset will come

'cause you bury all your senses

For a little of tin

Stucked in the fences of your worn out skin

Decay

But you celebrate

That’s just iron, that’s no gold

You got to be thankful

Come and have a seat

And sell out your wits for a couple of needs

The streets are riddled with blood

You walk them ankle-deep in mud

But the liqour of the digger is blood

You can’t even dream steel into gold

Oh my dear turn around

Cold steel tied you to the ground

A far train is crying out loud

And don’t tell me you have no fears

No fears

At all

You’re a grain of sand at the shore

All of this is real now

You’re just a wheel now

You’re just too calm to feel alive

Say, is this deal your delight

So why do you drown your fears in wine?

Maybe you don’t know

But you get no change

But you paid so much

Isn’t that strange?

And still the streets are riddled with blood

And all your needs… ankle-deep in mud