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The clothesline of cold eyes
Is washing away the face before
Now tell me whats wrong you see everyones 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 hes no longer living here
Its 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 thats all the more
For me to praise upon the holidays
And now ill close my eyes really, really tight
And make you all go away,
Ill make you all go all go away
And ill pull the trigger and make it all go away
And ill make it all go away, ill make it all go away