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Iron Pyrite (Live Tape)

from Purgatory, CA (Deluxe) by Tracy Manuel

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This country loves a broken heart
So donate blood and strip for parts
Take courage
Cause those takeout numbers and stripper names
Are lined up to defibrillate
Or nourish
And I could fill a shopping bag
With jumbo dogs and mini flags to wave
Usher in this iron pyrite age

The jury loves a hypocrite
The cocaine frost is on the lip
Of freedom
But every time I try to look away
The barcode tattooed on my brain
Starts bleedin’
But I could fill a script or ten
And haul myself into an empty pew
To relearn that iron pyrite rule

The voters love an empty threat
So tap the mic and let’s pretend
It’s alright
Stack up cinder blocks along the beach
And take a bubble bath in bleach
It’s alright
You could fill a gilded toilet bowl
With all the ways you lost control of this
And clench your iron pyrite fist

This country loves a broken heart
So feel it up for plastic shards
One last time
It’s skin and bone and cellophane
Its silicon and whiskey stain
And pastime
White men say that fools rush in
But if a better world’s a garbage bin, ok
Just end this iron pyrite age

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from Purgatory, CA (Deluxe), released September 25, 2018

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