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Intro

And we couldn't sweep

The ghosts out of our

one bedroom apartment

So we packed all our things

Or we left them in some garage

And I knew two disappointed men

In your fathers eyes

And my father arms

And I knew that I could make

Some lame reference

To Socrates or, or even Sartre

But I left the gun on my hip

And shot right from the heart

If you, If you curl up

And bury your face into the carpet

In that bedroom of that one bedroom apartment

You will see a 7 year old boy

And he's screaming out screaming out screaming out

Here is your grandfathers gun

The one he used to end his time here

Will you tell the ambulance

That I am not ready to go

Strike two, sweet chariot

Coming forth direct my home

I am sorry you know

I never meant to hurt you but I did

Strike two, swing low

Coming slowly forth

To carry us all home

But not tonight

Their knocking down my door

Their cutting me away

One last look