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• Artiste: Molasses
• Titre: Saint Catherine (Idiot's Waltz)
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We shake the rats from our hair and spit the dice from our mouths we cripple the twilight in our fighting hands St. Catherine is riding out with the black booted mares and a prayer for the sad and the damned I born on the burnt earth, afraid and recoiling In the blood of my mother, a sister and I fell Our ancestor's toiled from Odessa to Waterfort But we were not made to find peace with ourselves. St. Catherine come quickly, across the bottles and the barbed wire Hang your violin necklace on my tired old bones I'm down in mire, kicking against history Like a poor, fucking hobo kicks against home There are only two infinites though only and the idiot so I will go north, you'll go with horses Good morning, St. Catherine, thank you for showing me a little kindness Good morning, St. Catherine.