Bobby Bare Jr.
swollen but not the same
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IN THE RECRUITMENT LINE LIKE A FISH ON A BUN
WHEN WE HELD OUT OUR HAND THEY GAVE US A GUN
A GUN – A GUN – THEY GAVE US A GUN
A GUN – A GUN – BULLETS FOR BLOOD
THE COLD METAL STEAL FELT LIKE THE STICK OF A DEAD MAN
IN THE HANDS OF AN EAGER NECROPHILIAC
SWOLLEN BUT NOT THE SAME
SWOLLEN BUT NOT THE SAME
WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE SOME DAY
THE PAIN WILL ALL FADE AWAY