Текст: PJ Harvey. Dry. Joe.

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Joe will you be my buddy please
Stay with me when I fall and die
Always thought you'd come rushing in
Clear the shit out of my eye

Joe will you be my buddy please
Lay my enemies out in lines
Come in close now I'll wash your feet
With my hair I'll mop them dry

With my hair I'll mop them dry
Something over there I do not like
There's no use to wondering

Joe will you be my buddy please
In this hell and day long time
When I'm trusting my hated tree
Cut me down with your silver knife

Cut me down with your silver knife
Something over there I do not like
There's no use to wondering