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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