.Now there's a crank in every crowd
Sprinkling gunpowder>
Seems that everything is about to blow
They lit the burning paper>
With a waxen taper>
Sitting up here on Viceroy's Row
And they're gathering flowers
In the crack of hours where all of the nightmares go
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