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SUBURBAN BACKHILLS NIGHTMARE

 

Dig a ditch a bout three feet wide

Somewhere, you can lie

In this suburban backhills nightmare

Keeping low is the way to go

Cris-cross the fields in the dark

Keep low your cigarette spark

Keep your load light as a kite

It’s the least of your worries to lose in flight

Im slowly losing my grip on the cold steel rail

We only win if we refuse to fail…..

In the war of ninety four

I fell in love with a whore

I should have known better than to mess

With twisted autumn regret

Get up and repress your mind

From here to dawn you’re on borrowed time

So keep your hazzled eyes and seize

Im looking through you to the knife you hide

Im slowly losing my grip on the cold steel rail

We only win if we refuse to fail