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Walkabouts The See Beautiful Rattlesnake Gardens

The season has come When nothing gets done Save copycat killin' Away from windows asleep on the floor The wheel of misfortune spins in the yard

Dressed in jealous clothes She drove to the black hole Out past to where the roads turn into sand No crmies worth a dime 'Less you look it in the

O glass palace Cleaned his guns for those who dug his grave The bullets flew, his luck it finally came That crooked road was long and he would never see

Knock yourself And knock again Roll it all into your hand And let it spin There's a wind blowin' hell From the bottom of the well Let it fall

Liars left their roost last night I heard it from some talkshow host Fangs and venom working hard In simulcast from coast to coast Hey ho, 'round