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Speak old words with a broken mouth,

Words crawling round beneath my skin

If i had my way id drag you south,

Show you how to rely sin

Ill teach you olde tyme religion,

Found in your crotch beneath your lace

Kissing knives for broken hope,

Chanting words of saving grace

Bring coyotes to the house ware doves coo

Starve the strong and revere the lame

Cut your name in the face of scorn

In a whisky fit hulabaloo

Crowd around and bring out your dead,

Fill there chanting mouths with poison

Stand in the yard a thing renewed,

Something wicked from the woodshed

carouse like a lord.

dance like your in a pit of snakes

so far long deplored

leave them all in your opium wake.

These are my failures,

They are the tailors of my fate

I appreciate the kindness

But i fear your far too late.