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The Killer (Fire On Your Hands)

from Dreamsongs by Sam Brightbart

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Hey, comedian
Would you assassinate these Christians for me?
Hey, comedian
If I gave you this gun
Would you do it - one, two, three?

Watch for those security guards
They'll pop up and then you will have
Fire on your hands
Fire, bloody fire, on your hands

Hey, what have you done?
Now I'm stuck inside this crowd of vulnerables
Out, against the glass,
I see a piece of paper
Push itself right flat

Watch for those security guards
They'll pop up and then you will have
Fire on your hands
Fire, bloody fire, on your hands

Look at this old man
He can barely run from those who chase him
I help him up the escalator
And now we're on the roof
With all the victims' names laid out
But now he's crying - truly
And deep inside, I know
He never wanted anything to be this way

Watch for those security guards
They'll pop up and then you will have
Fire on your hands
Fire, bloody fire, on your hands

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from Dreamsongs, released September 21, 2010

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