Yard's Sale Ii Lyrics

Come ye people, come ye friends both faithless and
devout, from every neighbr'n town. Wrap your fingers in
my belt, hoist away your doubt and turn me upside down.
Take it from me, drag it from my corpse; shake these
pockets out. A small empty box, some smooth marble rocks,
and a note to myself is all you'll find in there. My
fashionless free box, take it when you go. Keep the
things that fit and wear them in September. My bag full
of plastic, my cardboard and carpet scraps use them in some skit that your friends won't remember. Knee-length
socks, alternative rock, and a game with some bards is
all you'll find in here. I've made a moderate fold in the
flag of a country that I'm only half-indebted to,
undefining my role for a few years but making sure that
it's written down in blue chalk. If you get me to talk
then I'll hit you with the items I think I must return
truly back into circulation now that I'm slowly getting
through.

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