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Face At The Window Lyrics - Singles - Small Fred

In the stillness of the alley waits a man with an open blade 

And he hurts the woman badly and within her plants his seed 

She can't shake the dirt and horror as the seed takes root and grows 

But the law now claims her body, the doctor's door is closed 

She goes back to another alley to a leering butcher's blade 

And the deal is dark and bloody in the crime the law has made. 

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And the face at the window never blinks never turns away 

When you wake in the night to a flashing light 

When you burn on judgment day 

They have spoke aloud your daydreams 

They have listened to your plans 

They have watched you dance in the rainstorm 

They have seen you ride the wind. 

Walking slowly home at night a man touching a man 

And the car looks kind of familiar and it's coming round again 

You got no chance in that deadly dance when they cut you to the bone 

There's a bleeding gash from the broken glass and you hear somebody moan 

And maybe somebody calls the cops and they take their own sweet time 

And they say it's just a couple of fags again and maybe your friend is dying. 

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And your lover comes to you softly and you touch and you feel no shame 

And you steal away from the city and lightning fills your veins 

In an air-conditioned office the committee discusses your case 

They know the words you whispered they felt the flush upon your face. 

They have files on every fantasy, who's on top and who's below 

You have crossed into the shadow place where outlaws freely roam. 

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You can drink the lies of paradise while the books on the shelves disappear 

You can make a comfortable living, you can swear it can't happen here 

And maybe they'll come for the unionists and maybe they'll come for the Jews 

And maybe they'll come for the heretics but they'll never come for you 

When you hear the step in the hallway, when you taste the iron fear 

Don't you go shouting out for justice 'cause there's no one left to hear. 

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Copyright: A Pine Barrens Music, B, Frederick E. Small D