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The Breadline Song

from Coin by New War

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lyrics

THE BREADLINE SONG

Who don’t even care what the wise man said
Buckets on the door jambs, piss streaks down the spread
Comedy’s in headlights, then deer heads
Laugh right off the bluff, stick the organs in the shed

Here comes the deadline, deadline, son
Here comes the breadline song
So fall away boys, take it away boys
So fall away boys, heave away boys

Now I wanna tell you ‘bout a mensch
Frenzied for feeling
Frenzied for spirit
Frenzied for meaning
Holds its hand in claw, right side winched tight
Eyes wild & split, vision seeping white
Reaches out for the floor, where life unfurls its wings
& falls through the flaps, with the wind whistling

Here comes the Breadline Song

& now It’s canonised: the moment you dobbed in
Y’lick the reward, as it becomes heaven
In the phantom crap, each drawer is true
The Wardrobe revealed as a trap door through
Dante’s leaking pen, ticking what to sell
Tired Manuscripts, where all must knell

Here comes the Breadline Song

Now you know goddamn well
For whom bells toll bright
For whom peals send mad
For whom cliches midnight
In the hour of need, fathomless sacks lined
In the screeching lede, plot’s whisked from sight
Moral’s buried now, never again to rise
Blighted yeast specks lord over pigeon fights

Here comes the Breadline Song

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from Coin, released September 21, 2018

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