what would you say
if we called this place off
wrapped up some bread
and the feather down coats

down to old mount honey
that's where we're going

down to that hut
at the foot of the hill
unleash the dogs
leave their leads on the sill

clean out the oven
we each gotta eat
lay out the spoons
and i'll rustle some heat

tell your mother
we've surfaced alive
make up the bed
and i'll muster some wine

call up your boss
I don't care if you lie
tell them we're laying
our bones here to die

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