Mark Lanegan – Union Tombstone (Guitar)

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You knew from cradle, from the womb, Done lost all dignity, shout through

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Hustlers and whores would like to find their mark, Face down and beaten in the dark

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Come west in the freezing rain, My mood like stripped down for many days

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The kerosene kiss and the rabbit's foot, Are now three thousand miles away

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I'm seeing devils in the woods, My best genetic memories

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You to yours, I'll go alone, To the union tombstone

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Here's to the union tombstone, To the union tombstone

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Wе'll sell the good book to get by, Valеt of shadows dark night and dawn

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Great greyhound stations in the sky, Free head and heroin in the stone

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My kind reap what they sow, Bloodshot eyes and bullet holes

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Here's to the union tombstone, To the union tombstone

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You knew from cradle, from the womb, Done lost all dignity, shout through

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Hustlers and whores would like to find their mark, Face down and beaten in the dark

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Come west in the freezing rain, Mood like stripped down for many days

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The kerosene kiss and the rabbit's foot, Are now three thousand miles away

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I ride demented through the woods, A syphilitic cavalry

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Time to reap everything I've sown, Time to go where nobody knows nobody sees

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The name on the union tombstone, On the union tombstone