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von The Mountain Goats

When I receive the blessing
I've got coming
I'm going to raise
An ice-cold glass of water
And toast the living and the dead
Who've gone before me
And my head will throb
Like an old wound reopening

When I get off the bus
Down there my children
They all are going to
Greet me at the station
Like gypsies they will
Dance around me
And the choral droning sound their voices
Make will saturate the evening

When I get off the wheel
I'm going to stop
And make amends
To everyone I've wounded
And when I wave my magic wand
Those few who've slipped the surely bonds
Will rise like salmon at the spawning