End-in-tow by Walkabouts
Storm it shook ya down
From the burial ground
There was mud on your face
Barely lost and barely found
And the shrunken heads around your neck
Just replicas of thoughts
Whose day had finally come
You drag it fast
You can drag it slow
But don't drag it this way
End-in-tow
Walked beneath the river bridge
And grabbed the ol' rope swing
Said "Out there
You'll see the bottom
And it swallows while it sings
And the only gold you'll find there
Are caps on these two feet."
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