Commune 4: Inspirations, 5

No, I won’t tell you what happens in 4.  The place that I take myself when I’m writing it, however, will probably give you some insight into the flavor of the world.

I’d sell your heart to the junkman
Baby, for a buck, for a buck
If you’re looking for someone to pull you uut of that ditch
You’re out of luck, you’re out of luck
Ship is sinking
The ship is sinking
The ship is sinking
There’s leak, there’s a leak, in the boiler room
The poor, the lame, the blind
Who are the ones that we kept in charge?
Killers, thieves, and lawyers
God’s away, God’s away
God’s away on business
Business
God’s away, God’s away
God’s away on business
Business
Digging up the dead with a shovel and a pick
It’s a job, it’s a job
Bloody moon rising with a plague and a flood
Join the mob, join the mob
It’s all over, it’s all over, it’s all over
And there’s a leak, there’s a leak, in the boiler room
The poor, the lame, the blind
Who are the ones that we kept in charge?
Killers, thieves, and lawyers
God’s away, God’s away, God’s away
On Business
Business
God’s away, God’s away
On Business
Business, ha
Goddamn there’s always such a big temptation
To be good, to be good
There’s always free cheddar in a mousetrap, baby
It’s a deal, it’s a deal
God’s away, God’s away, God’s away
On business
Business
God’s away, God’s away, God’s away
On business
Business
I narrow my eyes like a coin slot baby
Let her ring, let her ring
God’s away, God’s away
God’s away on business
God’s away, God’s away
God’s away on business, business

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