My Mind
Oh my god, heard a bang
Turned on the light, went downstairs
Saw a figure in the dark gloominess of a room
A knife for cutting food
In his left-hand made o’ bone
Whispers into the left ear of me
Crucify me
Crucify me
I was frozen
In my tracks
To not move to the station
And drop off my passengers
What I saw
Or heard of me
Or witnessed of me
Is now in my mind
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