slamming bones, flying dust
loud and fowl mouthed lust
i know where they grew up
leave them alone, i go nap
pass playing cards & chess
to noisy, where is my peace
many months i will get use to
sleep working screaming too
we become brothers of cause
charging ahead smelling like rose
when we come home different lay
we separate like the red sea
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