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			clung to the sweater from the day you were born 
never knew better, that's what you swore 
mother heard you cause the walls were thin 
in saturnine, sweetness, and horatio fin 
 
no boy could spell you out 
in the grass at night 
beneath the stars 
 
you grew right past the streets where you were raised 
sneakin' out early to a secret place 
like a hole in the wall 
like a hole in the wall 
 
into the bed you hang your sling 
to watch your man as he seeks relief 
you cut out his heart and watch him die 
so we can know you, and that you're alive 
as the hole in the wall 
you are the hole in the wall 
 
no one can know your song 
in kisses and noise 
now you belong to them all 
 
awake to the dawn and scratch your eyes 
light the prayer candles that you remind to 
send you a boy that you could waste 
a little piece of heaven to set you straight 
through the hole in the wall 
you are the hole in the wall 
 
no one could tell you why 
the tape's full of hiss 
and sons that cry 
 
to the night of the dead and the wishing ghost 
beating on you to drain morose 
through the hole in the wall 
we are the holes in the wall 
we are the 
	 
		
		 
		 
		
		Here's to the Atom Bomb   (normal version) 
		 
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			away to the side you move your head 
gravity fingers dig in your back 
the strangest man won't let you breathe 
rocking on you in a movie scene 
 
his words fill your mouth 
his guests bleed sick 
devoid of touch 
he lets out to the streets where you were raised 
sittin' home waiting for the coming age 
you had to wait your turn 
you had to wait your turn 
 
wake up early, wash up late 
satellites connect you to your hate 
your patience grows but your skin is thin 
the pager signals they're coming in 
through the hole in the wall 
you left the hole in the wall 
 
here's to the atom bomb 
may everyone find a way to get on 
 
a little piece of heaven is all you seek 
in the same old re-run week after week 
their faces make you want to kill 
the little piece of heaven singin' on the windowsill 
 
no lights can turn you on 
pixelate the night 
reading the words 
of your eyes on the streets where you were born 
sittin' home waiting for the coming dawn 
near the hole in the wall 
you left a hole in the wall
		 
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