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'Til the World Runs Out of Dirt

from A Sudden Loss of Elevation by Don Chambers

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your squeaky shoes tell me they're not paid for yet
there's a hole in your chest your trying to forget
they're throwing chicken feathers in the sky for you
lay your head to rest like all good people do

hang yourself on clothespins above the black robed choir
dangling on a strong wind send signals down the wire
it's an awkward skeleton tango it's a dream that repeats
rise up to testify shackles on your feet

filling a hole as black as it's deep
the spirit is willing the flesh it is weak
but I'll take that rusty shovel dig down in the earth
pitch that dust and rubble 'til the world runs outta dirt

it's a self inflicted wound it's a very friendly fire
you long to get back to the bottom of desire
it's a self fulling prophecy you've known it all along
fallen with the angels a promise on your tongue

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from A Sudden Loss of Elevation, released May 16, 2013

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