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Burning Heads Dance Of The Ghosts

"all the indians must dance everywhere, keep on dancing. pretty soon in the next spring great spirit comes. he bring back all game of every kind. the

toast, I verbally bomb deacons Have the whole church praying for Ghost When we speak we give sermons, and switch our names over permits The big shit, you might get burned

head All the laughter is just makin' me sad The stars have turned cherry red I'm strummin' on my gay guitar Smokin' a cheap cigar The ghost of our old

In case she needed a quote while she talked to someone In my memory she smiles while the blessings said And visions of freeze tag dance in my head She

you know you telling me 'bout making a song come in the studio, and tell me that I'm making it wrong pissed off 'cause reality is making us strong like the ghost

my silly and shining end VI All long summer long Under the fly-dance and the thumbthick twilight The thought of you smiling And laughing with children Crippled me Typecast and forlorn Smudged ghost

time stick and stone mixes hexed my fertile crescent Now all's well, I'm laughing on the inside I swear Just trying to keep my head above red tide despair

wreathe the sun in drapes Inwove with death's head wing I thank God for the suffering And I thank God for the suffering as still I burn for her return

I got a god in my head Tells me that I'm crazy Got a god in my head Telling me I'm crazy An angry little god punching on my skull Another little god Tells