This Man and the Dream Surfers - The Deal Is Off, Howard

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Stand at the cusp of ridiculous luxury
Survey the creeping line of trucks coming for me
Kneel at the altar for a quickly-cast goodbye
Steal frantically away on the sly

I am sacred
I am present
I don't trust my knees today
I integrate
Into your direction
Into your unified way

Cooled on the crust of the sprouting magma heap
Forgotten gods weeping where the new concrete seeps
Moving in satin as if I held belief
Where a grid of stones and try not to heed

This organic
Fucking shrieking
That just begs you to stop
Listen to this
Awful pleading
And hear all the backfires pop

Written by:
Daniel Johnston

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