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bambara - back home lyrics

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[verse 1]
creatures drag themselves on wet ground
headed towards their burial ground
years of climbing, years of dying
on the bones of ancient giants
and a hill forms from the death-sludge
growing tall out of the hot mud
then it hardens and it cools
a rich man settles down and digs a swimming pool

[verse 2]
sculptures hold up a six-column portico
priceless paintings nailed to trees
cadillacs lined up like cavalry
and in the bas-m-nt everything is painted red
except the black disco b-lls
and the mirrors that line the halls
and out back there’s a man-made lake
with daybeds and tire swings
the town kids smoke meth and drink
behind the scr-p metal heap
the guest house lies hidden

- bambara lyrics

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