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The Writer, Ludwig Pursewarden lyrics
An empty bottle lies broken
Purple faces are sure
Of snow white sheets to soak in
His clothes are spread around
They smell of perspiration
A half eaten meal
Attracts the flies attention
Do I, do I, do I, do I hear the man's cries?
Do I, do I, do I, do I look in his eyes?
Do I, do I, do I, do I care if he dies?
Do I, do I, do I, do I?
Take a paper towel
And place it over his head
Phone up reception
And report him as dead
Open up the window
And expose him to light
Push it all away from me
No, that can't be right
A continental breeze
Has set the blinds in motion
Brings just a hint of change
From the Atlantic Ocean
The ancient church bell rings
Defies the march of progress
The senoritas said you were
Too young to notice
Do I, do I, do I, do I hear the man's cries?
Do I, do I, do I, do I look in his eyes?
Do I, do I, do I, do I care if he dies?
Do I, do I, do I, do I?
Take a paper towel
And place it over his head
Phone up reception
And report him as dead
Open up the window
And expose him to light
Push it all away from me
No, that can't be right
An empty bottle lies broken
Purple faces are sure
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