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Slight of hand and twisted lips
The hot smell lingers on your fingertips

Snow crunches deep on this street of shame
My house is on fire
My children in flames

Shut your mouth don't be obscene
With your empty pockets
And ripping jeans

Looking me straight in the eye
With the hot piss streaming
Down your thigh

Nobody cares if your screaming loud
On this concrete stairwell
Where I pushed you down

The taste of pavement and spoiled dreams
Is too salty for you
In this drunken scene

In the darkness where birds go to die
Suffer babies with dirt in their eye
Tell your mother she's wasted her life
Wasted her life
Hmmmm

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from Let's Celebrate With Blood, released December 20, 2010
Patrick Canning - Vocals, Guitar, subtle keyboard
Victor Lewis - Bass
Devon Milley - Drums

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Patrick Canning St. John'S, Newfoundland and Labrador

Patrick is an artist type who lives out on the edge of nowhere in St. John's Newfoundland and makes music for himself.

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