.The moon's throwin daggers
At the targets on the stream
Trucks wipe the sweat out of their eyes
The brain's makin promises the body cannot keep
You duck into a doorway
And you change into
Your favorite disguise
Black hole in your pocket
But there's jingles up your slea.
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