The Jets Were Gone
Mr . Barnett
You ’ re not in love with anyone / Fixed to a sliding sidewalk
A body displayed on the lid of a tomb / Like a tallow skin
Some amazing conductor playing / The impersonal operator of the machine
Lubricated flue in the earth / Got to clean ‘ em out both ways Breath of fresh apricots / The smell
of kerosene ? You think too many things / Houses have always been fireproof
The wall-to-wall circuit / The whole world pouring down
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