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from My Bare Hands by David F. Bello

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lets reenact the civil war
after we drink our bellies sore
with your fathers moonshine
where the little boy died
after playing with a broken power line

in the first place
i come in second place
but i will not wait for third

all those lines on your counter
white like those on the road
the dog went back to where we found her
since we didnt feed it well
where did our money go?

the mailman is a narc
he reads our magazines
he doesnt get modern art
and he hates us
because we drink gasoline

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from My Bare Hands, released June 1, 2004

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David F. Bello Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

I sing for The World is a Beautiful Place & I Am No Longer Afraid to Die. This is my solo project.

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