Little Anne

I sense your friends across the room

Leaning, tall, and deathly ill

An animal inside the walls

Born in the bathroom stalls


It’s little Anne


When you were young you dare not speak

And leisure moved from week to week

You’d want me to


I feel and stop and folding now

It will be over

And with eight snakes the earth will drown

It will be over

With little Anne

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Live at the Hideout