Paroles Jawbone And The Air-Rifle de Fall (The)

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The rabbit killer left his home for the cloughAnd said goodbye to his infertile spouseCarried air rifle and firm stock of woodCarried night-site telescope lightA cemetery overlooked clough valley of mudAnd the grave-keeper was out on his roundsYellow-white shirt buried in duffle coat hoodKeeping edges out with mosaic color stonesJawbone and the air rifleWho would think they would bring harm?Jawbone and the air rifleOne is cursed and one is borneThe air rifle lets out a mis-placed shotIt smashed a chip off a valued tombGrave-keeper tending wreath-roots said"Explain, move into the light of the moon""I thought you were rabbit prey, or a loose sex criminal"Rifleman he say "Y'see I get no kicks anymoreFrom wife or children fourThere's been no war for forty yearsAnd getting drunk fills me with guiltSo after eight, I prowl the hillsEleven o'clock, I'm too tired to fuckY'see I've been laid off work"The grave-keeper said"You're out of luckAnd here is a jawbone caked in muckCarries the germ of a curseOf the Broken Brothers Pentacle ChurchFormed on a Scotch islandTo make you a bit of a man"Jawbone and the air rifleWho would think they would bring harm?Jawbone and the air rifleOne is cursed and one is warmThe rabbit killer did not eat for a weekAnd no way he can look at meatNo bottle has he anymoreIt could be his mangled teethHe sees jawbones on the streetAdvertisements become carnivoresAnd roadworkers turn into jawbonesAnd he has visions of islands, heavily covered in slimeThe villagers dance round pre-fabsAnd laugh through twisted mouthsDon't eatIt's disallowedSuck on marrowbones and energy from the mainlandJawbone and the air rifleWho would think they would bring harm?Jawbone and the air rifleOne is cursed and one is gone

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