Текст песни Smart Flesh - The Low Anthem
See
the
high
wire
man,
there
before
the
sun
He
goes
home
at
night,
where
he
beats
on
his
son
The
play
right
in
the
attic,
in
his
skylight
of
sun
As
the
cigarette
on
his
lips
And
his
son
beats
down,
on
the
smart
smart
flesh
It
comes
down
from
high,
in
its
heavenly
stand
Suggesting
redemption,
will
be
easily
possessed
For
less
than
any
pound
of
Flesh
It's
terribly
important,
to
every
man
of
his
state
To
settle
the
score,
write
the
record
straight
So
he
may
free
his
slaves,
where
on
the
death
bed
he
lays
Such
sweet
and
knowing
flesh
Knowing
in
the
end,
you'll
be
alone
For
lonely
death
does
creep
So
hire
yourself,
a
chimney
maid
And
smoke
yourself
to
sleep
Among
the
manikin
men,
all
dressed
up
and
in
dart
My
manic
depressive
true
love,
she
leaves
me
for
lone
The
rooster
crawls,
and
daybreak
is
upon
As
the
cigarette
on
his
lips
Saying
pretty
girls,
go
and
take
your
time
For
god
only
knows
how
you
have
taken
mine
And
seize
them
clear,
to
the
ends
of
time
To
hold
the
smart
smart
flesh
Knowing
in
the
end,
you'll
be
alone
For
lonely
death
does
creep
So
hire
yourself,
a
chimney
maid
And
smoke
yourself
to
sleep
Now
the
hateful
play
right,
it's
time
that
he
dies
Must
visit
the
judge
in
a
new
disguise
Saying
judge
in
your
robes,
oh
judge
so
wise
There's
something
on
your
lip
In
a
man
of
his
state,
right
before
he
dies
Must
clear
the
black
pages
to
tarnish
the
mind
In
a
bible
in
a
bath,
for
mind
to
hide
He
soak
the
smart
smart
flesh
Saying
in
the
end,
you'll
be
alone
For
lonely
death
does
creep
So
hire
yourself,
a
chimney
maid
And
smoke
yourself
to
sleep
The
unknowing
tumor,
is
fixing
his
home
In
a
damp
bed
of
the
catacomb
As
a
raging
war,
on
the
high
wire
unfolds
She
buries
her
teeth
in
the
flesh
Now
the
world's
a
machine,
do
you
know
that
it's
true?
For
the
sole
lover's
eye
laid
just
outside
the
room
He
loves
itself
widely
but
what
can
it
do
The
cigarette
on
his
lip
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