It was April the tenth,
I remember it well
It was so cold that year
It was colder than hell
Things hadn't been good
For you for a while
'Cause I'd been on tour
I hadn't heard
And Ruth dropped in
With the letter you wrote
And I read it aloud
To prove that I could
And we were both laughing
'Cause we know how you are
We never thought
Your quitting was good
We thought that you knew you
But I guess that we don't
Are you heavenly or
Just like the past?
We called you "the black penny"
Remember that?
The sea is wide
The streets are long
There's blood in all our hands
With the catalyst gone
And only what's left to us
Is history built on dust
On sweat and on poet's words
Great nations and governments
Sweet lies and victories,
Eager and keen to please
Those junkies are everywhere
With their thousand-yard stare
We all end up the same
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