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Empty House, Counting Splits

from A Green Thousand by Boston Cream Party

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Dampened coal spittle dumb down half my face.
Work hard, I don't give a shit for praise.

A union will give you say in kick around your loss.
I'd rather be born a demon than be the boss.

You're not crippled, they told me, we can use you.
Standard vagrant, no job refused.

Boys count splits, pass in file,
like a comb passes through, marks parts on the left.

Doing work with no tools, the last work I withstood
was to bloodmoney, underfed fools.

I walked swiftly, like grey on a mouse,
upright and still thin as a dead fly.

Rolled three mats underarm, homemaking charm.
Hiked up my skirts to keep my clean hems clean.

From the dirt and the day, the dirt and the day,
from the dirt and the day, to keep my clean hems clean.

Hardwork, I don't give a shit.
My body casts no shadows.

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from A Green Thousand, released January 1, 2013

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