sunday

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a cigarette burns in the back of a room
where a dead woman watches tv
most of her life the ignorant wife
of a john wayne fan

it's later than morning he still isn’t home
hasn’t called her to say why
she says to herself
it’s better this way
i wouldn’t want him to lie

she gets up on sunday to get down with god
and pray for the man in her bed
he has a shot to shovel his nerves
and kill off the ache in his head

he only hits her when nothing else works 
it only hurts if she cries
she shuts herself in
as he passes out
night after night after night

she gets up on sunday to get down with god
and pray for that man in her bed
he has a shot  with his aspirin and eggs
to kill off the ache

it’s a wide white circle
a heavy hand becomes the burning tree
i am forgiven
but your guiding light is only blinding me

a cigarette swallows up life in a room
where a dead woman watches. . .
rerun the day
rerun the day

she gets up on sunday to get down with god
and pay for that man in her bed
she takes a shot from his hunting gun
to kill off the ache in her head
put a big hole 
in her head

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