Come Down Off Your Cross, We Could Use the Wood

 

There’s no light in the tunnel, no irons in the fire

And you’re singin’ lead soprano in the junk man’s choir

Don’t life seem nasty, brutish and short

Well the seas are stormy you can’t find no port

You’ve got to come on up to the house

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