Went to your grave to spit on it
but the wind had other plans
Before it could hit its granite target,
it blew the gob back in my face
After all the drinking, razor games,
the parade of motley men,
and the starvation campaigns-
you think by now I’d understand
That any revenge I plot for you
is a poison I take,
In the end, I am only hurting myself,
spitting in my own face.
Song Choice: Hast Thou Considered the Tetrapod? by the Mountain Goats
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