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The Carriage Town Clinic

The Carriage Town Clinic

(album: God, Forgive These Bastards: Songs From The Forgotten Life Of Henry Turner - 2012)

Wet paint, cold tiles, white bed, bright fluorescent lights like
Diamonds. Like scalpels
Like the doctors in the hallway there. My keeper in his white coat at the doorway
My little clear plastic cup

Look at the faces
Look at the faces as they walk down the hall to the small common room
Look at Alex in his bathrobe, crying and rocking back and forth on the ground
He's crazy. Fucking batshit. But he's alright in small doses
My fingers now trembling like earthquakes

Now the people start appearing and the room starts filling with
Flies that blot out the diamonds on the ceiling
And the walls all breaking. Their mouths now gnashing, biting, and screaming
Thick flesh in their mouths coming out without a sound

My keeper in his white coat at the doorway
My little clear plastic cup
He asks me with a smile, "What's the score today, champ?" before the lights go out at night

My people are coming to get me
My people are coming to release me
My people, they are coming, they are coming to get me
My people will come to release me

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