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the narrator (chicago) - son of the son of the kiss of death lyrics

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huddle up, huddle up the gang
it’s time to talk about the place walt whitman
put his feet up, rests his bones
now he rolls around under his tombstone

i miss the caves that kept us in
all this land is wasted sitting
he’s up and hiding

twist the shape of this long island
into a double, double helix
did they forget what they found?
should we blame all loving in his town
i miss the caves that kept us in
all this land is wasted sitting
he’s up and hiding

let him drown
from a coastline
to the atlantic
that’s fine

press starts to test the power check
on the son of the son of the kiss of death
was he swimming?
did he drown?
or get washed up for one more hang out

i miss the caves that kept us in
all this land is wasted sitting
he’s up and hiding

let him drown
from a coastline
to the atlantic
that’s fine

i miss the caves that kept us in
all this land is wasted sitting
he’s up and hiding
let him sink
that’s fine
in a few months’ time
so bubble up bubble up my friends
and well toast to a cracked disappearance

- the narrator chicago lyrics

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