1.Job's Lament
Yeah, I know, I know
Sometimes the sun falls on the wrong side of the door
But the fact that it shines at all
Should be more than enough for us
But it ain't and we fumble for a key
It's a meaningless end
For every hole in the heart trumped by one in the head
And down the barrel of that smoking gun
You throw your prayers like a penny in the well
Well I hope that last breath ain't so shallow
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