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got this barb in my craw
got this dread in my maw
got this dead in my eyes
who will live, who will die
hell of a world that they gave us
get your gun get your jesus
no life in the law
nobody coming to save us

nobody on the other end
I make my anger my friend
I'm made of nausea and smut
I sing from the scorn in my gut
you got this garden that you tend
and no reason to behave us
got a world to upend
and nobody coming to save us

we're made of sex and sorrow
gladness glitter and tomorrow
and I was born to get high
who will live, who will die
hell of a madness that made us
of a scraped aching sound
I don't know why we come down
nobody coming to save us

I'm made of booze and bread
I'm made of light and lead
and don't you grieve with aplomb?
I never want to be dead
I walk and whistle my tunes
I run on fungus and fumes
I take me just as I am
nobody give us a damn

we're made of dirt and death
you can feel it sprout from you spine
got a world to birth
who will live, who will die
who will care to engrave us?
hell, I won't be done grieving
until I am done dying
nobody coming to save us

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from deplacer, released May 25, 2020

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Pete Jon is a singer-songwriter and collaborative producer in the DIY tradition.

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