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Boiled on a rooftop, Steeplejack, saw as the sky was unfurled

Caught up in a blind man’s gambit, trying to see a better man’s world

Wire mesh pushcart living, a tabernacled sideshow hack

Slept like a black vine weevil playing possum in a cul-de-sac

 

Oh but I know there’s something in me that wants to grow old

But I just can’t seem to climb my way back on up again

And I never want to find out,

Find out just how

Just how far I can

How far I can… Fall

 

Sang in a chainsaw choir, played a bit of five to ten

Rooked marks in a three-card ballet, it got me sent back up again

Killed time in a bawdyhouse lean-to, paid for every single woman I loved

Stole alms from a Lady chapel poor box, told me not to push so I shoved

 

And I’d do it again, if I thought it would turn out different this time

But I just can’t seem to find all that much good here in me

And I never want to find out,                                                                 

Find out just how

Just how far I can

How far I can… Fall

 

Grilled on coal tar, Steeplejack, saw as the shine became shade

Met my match at a halfway house mixer, in a six foot tenement maid

Found peace, adopted a ward of the state, a little angel in a swaddling sack

Got saved on the day I died, reading scripture from an almanac

 

Oh but I know, there’s something in me that wants to live on

‘Cause it took so long for me to carve out a place in this world

And I never did find out,

Find out just how

Just how far I can

How far I can… Fall

 

©2008 Shaun Cromwell

 
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