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Another Sleep in the Laundry Room

from Still Puffin' by Leche

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Asleep in the laundry room
Cadavers in our home

It fell through ceiling
Aunt linda spilt her gin

Pa grabbed my brother
What demons have you spread?

My brother aimed a finger up
Your sins have come to stay

Mother screamed like a bat
As blood dripped from her pearls

Tonight we sleep in fear
The souls of slaves are here
So clutch your gun if you approach
They crawl the walls like a roach

Pa grabbed the shotgun
And down the hall we ran

Ma tried to strip her pearls
But Pa slapped down her hands

Sealed in the laundry room
We heard the violent screams

But we had an AC
With heat and an ice chest

He hit me in the face
When I asked him what was wrong

Tonight we sleep in fear
The souls of slaves are here
So clutch your gun if you approach
They crawl the walls like a roach

I don't want to talk about
Ancient history

You know that blood has run
In rivers through the corn

My brother was a standin
Black polish on his nails

Our fortune was founded on
Slaves with scars and tears

Now we make are fortune on
Slaves of everclear

Tonight we sleep in fear
The souls of slaves are here
So clutch your gun if you approach
They crawl the walls like a roach

Pa grabbed my brother
And threw him to the floor

He raised up a backhand
And all I saw was rings

My brother started laughing
At Pas bloody hands

The walls are caving in
Jimmys souls on a horse

He tried to suck the soul of Pa
But found an empty shell

"I kneel to shake the dust
From my head down to my toes"

He grabbed my brother by the neck
And pumped him like a loco

Tonight we sleep in fear
The souls of slaves are here
So clutch your gun if you approach
They crawl the walls like a roach

I opened up the closet
And took down all the sheets

I took them sheets and built a tent
Around the laundry room

Aunt Linda cackled as she poured
Another drink of gin

Ma stripped off her pearls
And dove into the pond

And though she fell asleep in there
The blood would not wash off

Tonight we sleep in fear
The souls of slaves are here
So clutch your gun if you approach
They crawl the walls like a roach

Aunt Linda spilt her gin
As I crawled on the floor
She cries and clutches at the dreams
She poured down her throat

Tonight we sleep in fear
The souls of slaves are here
So clutch your gun if you approach
They crawl the walls like a roach

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from Still Puffin', released April 26, 2014

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