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Observationist

from Cain by The Dirty Words

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Got it rolling.
It won't stop.
Maybe I will
come out on top.

Eighteen hundreds,
double oughts.
Put that bag tie
in its knots.

Girl in her jar,
feeling squat.
Milk or murder,
twisting plot.

Oh god, the burden of herdin'.
Oh god, the tryin' of tyin'.
Oh god, the risen of prison.
Oh god.

Speak on empty.
Swallow rocks.
Creak on seeping.
Noise, it mocks.

Clack and mercy,
hurl and toss.
Bring that server
to his boss.

Breaking silence,
getting caught.
So many dark months,
oh my god.

repeat chorus

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from Cain, track released March 26, 2011

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The Dirty Words Portland, Oregon

{{on hiatus as of may '13}}

recordings personnel:
mike chastain - drums/percussion
david clemmer - vocals/guitars
scott page - bass guitar/standup bass
aaron poplin - guitars

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