Subtle - Swansong Meat lyrics

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I suppose, when you wake up And the dream you goes dodo… You will find, in your front pocket One of those stubby golf pencils… Convincing living, That you, yourself is convinced of living… Till your kidneys can’t clean the convinced out of your true blue blood stream. And are you not now, professionally hoodwinked. An easy street penis throbbing down breezy streets. In a b-line like, easy like, bees like, broke down ice-cream truck’s leaks… You see, However so slightly permanent, these have been things sung… That will never be songs. Oh I suppose Not swansongmeat Nor bit nails spit with strips of skin from chicken’s lips… not wet concrete or stolen sleep, when the water is sheets and bleeding sheep. Hung horrible hymns to a durable beat and re-recordable grief…