Gather the scraps
We’ll trap this thing
They’re burning the maps
“What’s happening?”
Goes Monica Ross
(The saddest thing)

Out of the books
Come closet beasts
Jingling coins and whiter teeth
Drawing their swords from slippery sheaths
Oh Monica, Sylvia…

In the night they arrive
Bearing wives with colicky babies
See that they need medicine
To cure the diseases
Now I know their exit scheme
They’re burning ships and staggering

Baiting the traps with promise rings
Bearing the slap back suffering
Never gonna know what the come back ghost will bring
Monica, Sylvia…

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