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where have all the anvils gone?

from where have all the anvils gone? by the blunt force trauma

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preaching to the choir, set myself on fire, to fulfil some primal desire
i'd swallow your entire, but you found a new supplier, now i'm a one time buyer

stalked by perpetual rug pullers, no judge juror, just the executioner, but it's not like, i really understood her
juggle bunk-beds with the butcher, who's married to the gypsy hooker, who, drinks her coffee with no sugar

a drunken attempt, to undress & impress, & disguise the fact that i'm feeling depressed, because i don't know how to get it off my chest
i want to talk, but someone bought and sold my voice box, now all i've got is chalk, and you're jackhammers on the sidewalk

who pulled the fire alarm? oh god, did they cause any harm? oh what i'd do to be back at the farm
where have all the anvils gone? withdrawn at the break of dawn, before, i could king my pawn

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from where have all the anvils gone?, released November 27, 2020

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