AFTER THE MURDER BALLAD
Bringing some other fine things
hard full life atoms springing
No money No fine things
Flatteringly we are the cave
It will be OK in disgrace
She jumped Came to the river
deep water Thou restless ungathered
orphan Tell me your mind
to mend to drown you in despair
Let me sing gone
If I can live kicked & choked
Turned around in deep water