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Brokedown House of Sustenance
the motel fell down just when we pulled into its parking lot
somebody please come and help the motel get up

killers on every station
confess their love for you and me

saw John Wayne and a voodoo doll
walking hand in hand
the voodoo doll said kill the heathen

yes baby
they got the right brand
i got the last box
i'll be coming up soon

don't derail me just yet
i got two crossword puzzles left to finish

toss your burden down now
load it sometime on my back
i might not prove much
but nothing much needs proven

the voodoo doll said kill the heathen

ah,but the heathen is the best part
of the dinner

got to roll it around on your tongue

brand new thousand mile high church downtown
just fell asleep
toppled over and ruined another marshmallow roast

come on
through this cold shoulder oxygen
come on
dive headfirst over the police barrier

i'll kill the voodoo doll
we'll mix it up in something healthy
tell the dogs about it

you take Ashcroft
take him bowling
teach him a trade

got to roll it around on your tongue

got to roll it honey
roll it like you never rolled anything before
roll it once for yourself
roll it once for me
roll it once finally for all those things bigger than you and me
roll it for the lost and maimed
roll it for the upcoming
roll it with madness
roll it with love
roll it and never think twice
roll it and never look back
roll it and let it name your day

roll that brokedown house of sustenance
roll it ever so musical
i'm kicking off my feet now
i'm kicking off my legs
my heart is getting ready to fly

                ---Scott Wannberg

The True Story of the James Gang

etta and elmore
they was mom and pop
we rob silence
one of the kids, harry, he had a trumpet
sometimes gold
i've seen a lot of movies about their exploits
some of them just might hold up
yeah,james gang,go
let that all night music of yours
just hold me up.

                ---Scott Wannberg

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