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• Artiste: Tigers on Trains
• Titre: Muhammad
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I see Muhammad at the end of his life the devil burned escaping his mouth he had sung the sweetest song to me and I see Vietnam collecting our blood and John's reflection in the black wall he was sad, but he was finally free and I see four horsemen, four prophets four arms of a cross leaning upon you you were spending all your Sunday's counting and I see twenty demons for every man who falls asleep next to his fortune you must know, he must know, I am stone and I'm messing with a blue skin boy who's boiling veins are full with rivers of disbelief and I'm talking to the ten foot man with the axe in his hand for some reason he knows me I see Babylon passed out on the floor don't know whether I should wake him his alarm is ringing out my ear drums I see six directions all at one time and seven sleepers now surround me a hundred years of never knowing what it's like my memory is a no good cheat it's full of crescent green that started to stain my tongue now I'm looking for a sunburned God with a straight-eyed shot yea, he owes me some favors well I see corporations buying our souls putting heaven out of business anything to kill the competition and I see eleven year olds waiving their guns fighting wars their fathers started just trying to make an honest living and I see twenty years inside of this trench passing time and dodging bullets well it's fine if you can take the violence but I'll see death before I see any rest maybe that's the way it should be so I think it's best to just cover my eyes