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Tumbleweed Pageant

Canadian Invasion
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By the old marquee The west side of town The tumbleweed are all lined up for the next trip Down To get some rest From this bed of nails From the siren squalls And the county jails Sometimes you care Sometimes you don't Oh if the ground, it opened up, swallowed this town Whole Who'd begrudge a man A little peace Oh from a world Brought him to his knees I wanna feel those tenderhooks Tearing into warm flesh Cause everywhere that I look There's hardly any here left To save From the sinkhole's edge Here in the land of the not quite dead So now I roll Like those tumbleweed All through that dark & empty pageant of city streets Through all those towns That time forgot Through all those hearts Worn coarse and rough I wanna feel those tenderhooks Tearing into warm flesh Cause everywhere that I look There's hardly any here left To save From the sinkhole's edge Here in the land of the not quite dead I wanna feel those tenderhooks Tearing into warm flesh Cause everywhere that I look There's hardly any here left To save From the sinkhole's edge Here in the land of the not quite there Here in the land of the not quite dead I wanna feel those tenderhooks Tearing into warm flesh Cause everywhere that I look There's hardly any here left To save From the sinkhole's edge Here in the land of the not quite dead I wanna feel those tenderhooks Tearing into warm flesh Cause everywhere that I look There's hardly any here left To save From the sinkhole's edge Here in the land of the not quite there Here in the land of the not quite dead