Jazz Calls Home – Cut The Line – Artwork – LR

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Violet pixels sickly and bright
No other hues in sight
The nurse she tells me I’m doing alright
But was she there last night?
(There? was she there? was she there?)
But was she there last night?
Lights fluorescent, sharp and unkind
The warden sleeps tonight
Somebody knocks, he’s short and polite
But was he here last night?
Say goodbye
To the life
To the lies
Left behind
Stop and stare
Cut your hair
Say a prayer
Almost there
Almost there

Da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da

Say
Say goodbye
To your rights
Grab your knife
Cut the line
Take your meds
Ring your bell
Chlorine smell
No one cares
No one cares
No one cares
No one cares
Crimson puddles, source undefined
No other hues in sight
The nurse she tells me I’m doing alright
But was she there last night?
But was she there last night?

Da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da
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