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Down the street at midnight
A major with a mouth
He's standing at a corner
Near a train to somewhere south
He whistles when he speaks
It's the only time he does
Petty to defeat
Always in and out of love
His eyes are bloody red
It's part of his routine
Home for Sunday dinner
With the widow from Benin
A silver serpentine
A place known for a mother's love
A motor in his pocket
With no skin to cover up
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- Track 6 on Coward
- 5 Death in April
- 7 Lullaby 03
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- Track 12 on Trophy
- 11 Wounded Rhino
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