Three Kings

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Three Kings

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The moons at night like you and maybe stars are When I lie in bed, when i lie, I lie I wear a Mongolian hat, it's a real mean steal with a real mean point That stars the pillow dead, that stabs it I lie in dream blood, stabs soak the bed We come from death, lust down the ages We keep our company starved in cages No sins, just blood and beer in your stoned-blind Hole in haloed soul No sins, no, an not much else Burn my sheets and you'll burn Watch it I wear dangerous things to scare night out of here And fat men fat as moons, to scare night out of here Blood keeps my soul untied and black is not as night is rotted dreams I'd like to leave them for dead, i'd like to So I got a point, when I lie in bed, when I lie, I lie You better play dead after dead, you better play The moons at night are red, Christ, you and maybe stars are Dying to be followed, dying to be When the star bled this message down, it said, once there were three kings, sucked in by a star, scarred white and spiteful It led them off, far to any old shed Oh God to God to Hell, you've got it wrong You've got it wrong, you've got the wrong God, You got it wrong

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  • Genevieve McGuckin