People talk, like they do
But then never seem to be talking to you
On the city street, near the canteen
Had a love, as bright as day
And with her words she whittled it away
At the corner of price and pain
People love to- sing the blues
It makes them feel like they got nothing left to lose
And then go to that suicide tree and scream
Yellow silence, golden sheen
If you’ve ever seen it you know exactly what I mean
Keep it secret, lest the cannibals find out
Cold like reason, hard like love
You got my thinking about his lord that is above
All those plebeian sickly little things
You know I love to- sing the blues
It makes me feel like I’ve got nothing left to lose
And then I go to that suicide tree and scream
Why can’t it be me?
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