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D A Bm D he who casts the stone can't ever do so on his own D A it takes a crowd to drown a witch D A Bm D so he said to us when he wriggled free and got the gun from me D A standing before us, his cracking voice rising in pitch

           D                 A                    G   D

and then the blood that's been spilling from his eyes D A soaks through the bandages that are wrapped around his face

         D               A                      G   D

and just before, he walks backwards through the wall D A he pivots forty five degrees to face us all

           D                A

and he says, let him who has eyes to see D G take a good look at me

    D           A               D

i'm a mylar sheet hanging in the sun

Claude Rains in all his glory was not arrayed like these who have come to walk before us rising from their knees

fighting back against their captors calling down the curse like this man whose substance is malleable screaming out chapter and verse

and then the blood that's been spilling from his eyes soaks through the bandages that are wrapped around his face and just before, he walks backwards through the wall he pivots forty five degrees to face us all

and he says, let him who has eyes to see take a good look at me i'm a mylar sheet hanging in the sun

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