It's a problem with John, the dark eyes
I have no preconceptions
I didn't have time to say I really cared
They may not mean to, but they do
He hung it on the back of a kitchen chair, then hung himself
I hear horses
Georgie's Swastika
I am not old, YOU are old
At least I'm not a fish
I am looking after the family's words
When John had a working liver
A door, five windows
He doesn't want to come down
It's just before the end of the world and these guys walk in
With babies and bayonets
They stretched his body on a tree
I am leading a quiet life, just one murder
I wear Egyptian clothing
He is a cat who creeps at night, a snake
Have you ever stopped to consider
Come lie to me and be my love
I'm over at Jack's trying to work out what comes next
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