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Steal Smoked Fish


Across the Burnside Bridge before anyone shot their movies there

We hid from the whipping rain when we had run out of cocaine

Dispatch down to Plaid Pantry, two on point and two on sentry

Ah, the joys that the lesser days bring make you throw back your heads and sing



God bless all petty thieves with tins of oysters up their sleeves

Feast when you can and dream when there's nothing to feast on



Across a different bridge today, over the river and down Broadway

Feels so good to have you here, some of you will be dead next year

I see your destinies above you like angels who don't love you

Let them kiss you and hold you tight as long as the money's right



God bless all my old friends, and God bless me too, why pretend?

Feast when you can and dream when there's nothing to feast on



God bless the guys from my old neighborhood

Gone past the point where any blessings can do them any good



Attach the C4 where you must, disappear in a cloud of dust

But spare a thought for what it covers up, pour a triple and raise your cup

We were here once, me and my friends, but we destroyed all of the evidence

And vanished into the night, at least we got that one right



God bless us, all of us, we who learn to shun the light

God bless all vampires every night

Feast when you can

Feast when you can

Feast when you can

Feast when you can



transcribed by zeepilote@gmail.com