Preaired Pilot "Chapter One: In His Own Image"
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The sun came up with no conclusions
Flowers sleepin' in their beds
The city cemetary's hummin'
I'm wide awake, its mornin'
I have my drugs, I have my woman
they keep away my loneliness
My parents, they have their religion
But sleep in seperate houses
I read the body count out of the paper
And now its written all over my face
No one ever plans to sleep out in the gutter
Sometimes thats just the most comfortable place