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Is it come and gone? Is it long before the spirit shaves his legs? Is it wrapped in trash, sent back in a sanitation tank? Is it disinfected, disconnected 'til it grafts some wires? Is it sped up, spun around brown and yellow in the fires? What is this town? they said i got no place to be The money need is taking everything i see Is it comes in lovely bones that put their shirts on ice? Is it fireflies that cross out eyes with any spice? Is it normal, born-again? let the vultures drink and drown Is it's force from weathers, birds of feathers never found? What is this town? they said i got no place to be The money need is taking everything i see Is it come and gone? Is it long before the spirit shaves his legs? What is this town? they said i got no place to be The money need is taking everything i see