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Some Sort of Exile

from Tomorrow's A Drag by War Party

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Who is following you home?
Its such a dark, dark night.
Why are you walking home,
Soaked to the bone in moonlight?
How can you still bare the cold air
pressing its face against your window
when your old friend is in disrepair?
Come on, tell us, which way did he go?

All the hairs on your arms stand up like soldiers in rank and file;
Meanwhile, this skin, it holds you in and even G-d must feel
some sort of exile.

These poltergeists, they're always shoulder tapping
These poltergeists, they want you thin.
Stretched tight around those bones,
stretched tight around those egos.
Moanin' and groanin' all night and day,
Its like living on the FM wavves.

All the hairs on your arms stand up like soldiers in rank and file;
Meanwhile, this skin holds you in and even G-d must feel
some sort of exile.

Now don't you feel so alone out here in the cold?
You start imagining symbols, you start hearing sounds.
You start imagining faces, then you're giving them names,
You appoint devils and gods then throw yourself in their games.
Can't you feel them tearing your limbs apart?
O, there's a Roman Coliseum in your Tiny Heart.
All your bones are catacombs and your mouth an insatiable tomb--
You know, I don't even have to ask if there's enough room.

All the hairs on your arms stand up like soldiers in rank and file;
Meanwhile, this skin holds you in and even G-d must feel
some sort of exile.

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from Tomorrow's A Drag, released October 31, 2013

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