| I went out walking the other day
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| The wind hung wet around my neck
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| My head it rung with screams and groans
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| From the night I spent amongst her bones
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| I passed beside the mission house
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| Where that mad old buzzard, the reverend,
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| Shrieked and flapped about life after your dead
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| Well, I thought about my friend, Michel
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| How they rolled him in linoleum
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| And shot him in the neck
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| A bloody halo, like a think-bubble
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| Circling his head
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| And I bellowed at the firmament
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| Looks like the rains are hear to stay
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| And the rain pissed down upon me And washed me all away
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| Saying
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| Papa won’t leave you, Henry
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| Papa won’t leave you, Boy
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| Papa won’t leave you, Henry
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| Papa won’t leave you, Boy
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| Well, the road is long
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| And the road is hard
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| And many fall by the side
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| But Papa won’t leave you, Henry
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| So there ain’t no need to cry
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| And I went on down the road
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| He went on down the road
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| And I went on down the road
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| He went on down the road
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| Well, the moon it looked exhausted
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| Like something you should pity
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| Spent an age-spotted
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| Above the sizzling wires of the city
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| Well, it reminded me of her face
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| Her bleached and hungry eyes
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| Her hair was like a curtain
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| Falling open with the laughter
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| And closing with the lies
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| But the ghost of her still lingers on Though she’s passed through me And is gone
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| The slum dogs, they are barking
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| And the rain children on the streets
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| And the tears that we will weep today
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| Will all be washed away
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| By the tears that we will weep again tomorrow
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| Papa won’t leave you, Henry
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| Papa won’t leave you, Boy
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| Papa won’t leave you, Henry
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| Papa won’t leave you, Boy
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| For the road is long
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| And the road is hard
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| And many fall by the side
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| But Papa won’t leave you, Henry
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| So there ain’t no need to cry
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| And I went on down the road
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| He went on down the road
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| And I went on down the road
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| He went on down the road
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| And I came upon a little house
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| A little house upon a hill
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| And I entered through, the curtain hissed
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| Into the house with its blood-red bowels
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| Where wet-lipped women with greasy fists
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| Crawled the ceilings and the walls
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| They filled me full of drink
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| And led me round the rooms
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| Naked and cold and grinning
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| Until everything went black
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| And I came down spinning
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| I awoke so drunk and full of rage
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| That I could hardly speak
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| A fag in a whale-bone corset
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| Draping his dick across my cheek
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| And its into the shame
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| And its into a guilt
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| And its into the fucking fray
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| And the walls ran red around me A warm arterial spray
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| Saying
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| Papa won’t leave you, Henry
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| Papa won’t leave you, Boy
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| Papa won’t leave you, Henry
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| Papa won’t leave you, Boy
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| Well, the night is dark
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| And the night is deep
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| And its jaws are open wide
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| But Papa won’t leave you, Henry
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| So there ain’t no need to cry
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| And I went on down the road
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| He went on down the road
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| And I went on down the road
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| He went on down the road
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| It’s the rainy season where I’m living
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| Death comes leaping out of every doorway
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| Wasting you for money, for your clothes
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| And for your nothing
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| Entire towns being washed away
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| Favelas exploding on inflammable spillways
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| Lynch-mobs, death squads, babies being born without brains
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| The mad heat and the relentless rains
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| And if you stick your arm into that hole
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| It comes out sheared off to the bone
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| And with her kisses bubbling on my lips
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| I swiped the rain and nearly missed
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| And I went on down the road
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| He went on down the road
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| Singing
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| Papa won’t leave you, Henry
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| Papa won’t leave you, Boy
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| Papa won’t leave you, Henry
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| Papa won’t leave you, Boy
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| Well, the road is long
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| And the road is hard
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| And many fall by the side
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| But Papa won’t leave you, Henry
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| So there ain’t no need to cry
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| And I went on down the road
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| He went on down the road
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| And I went on down the road
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| He went on down the road
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| Bent Beneath my heavy load
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| Under his heavy load
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| Yeah, I went on down the road
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| Yeah, he went on down the road
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| Woah, woah
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| Woah, woah
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| Woah, woah
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| Woah, woah
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| And I went on down that road |