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ANY OLD SKY WILL DO
had a bone sticking out of my hallalujah
it be all bloody and mean
had a place all mapped out but the wolves sucked it up
had me a six pack and a six piece
under that angry overdrawn sun
some men they go around all their days bewildered
some men they claim real loud that they can see
most men got too many working hours somewhere in between
had a license to cut off my ears when the shit rolled in
had a license all lit up and smiling
the government shook its voodoo doll on all the channels
it shook it for hours and nothing fell out
except any old sky
any old sky will do, the bone sticking out of my hallalujah said
any old sky will have to testify
raise its somewhere in between
some men talk to God behind locked doors in dark rooms
some men can't talk to anyone
most men got rap sheets somewhere in between
shake your broken magic in the idiot weather that is rising
shake your broken escape kit
any old sky will kiss your burning shoulder
as you run for the retreating light
any old sky will
never deny you
when the oxygen
refuses to let you eat it
because it has seen the
bottom of the screaming Cracker Jack box
and those prizes, baby
they weren't what they claimed they'd be
and those prizes, didn't you always know it,baby
are never
what they claim
they are.

                     ---Scott Wannberg

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