The clothesline of cold eyes is washing away the face before Now tell me what`s wrong you see everyone`s gone You gotta do your best to decorate this dying` day This dying` day All over a bowl of bitter beans All over a bowl of bitter beans And outside way, way up high I got a quarter moon mist hanging` over me And now, I want that rocking chair outta there Cause he`s no longer living here It`s no longer needed here All over a bowl of bitter beans All over a bowl of bitter beans And I got a corner store and that`s all the more For me to praise upon the holidays And now I`ll close my eyes really, really tight and make you all go away, I`ll make you all go all go away And I`ll pull the trigger and make it all go away And I`ll make it all go away, I`ll make it all go away
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