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THE MOUNTAIN GOATS lyrics : "Your Belgian Things"

The men were here to get your Belgian things
They'll store them for you in an airplane hangar
There's guys in biohazard suits

Mud kicking on their rubber boots
They've come to keep your pretty things from danger


The men were here to get your Belgian things
They'll spend the whole day hauling them downstairs
I shot a roll of thirty-two exposures

My camera groans beneath the weight it bears

I can see you in my sleep

Playing the points for all you're worth
Walking gingerly across the bruised earth


The men were here to get your Belgian things
They waltzed right through the door and went flourescent
Their boots were black and shiny and your treasures gleamed like stars

Bones from deep down in the fertile crescent

The arteries are clogging in the mainframe

There's too much information in the pipes
I saw the mess you left up in the east bedroom
A tiger's never gonna change its stripes

I guess
I guess but Jesus what a mess
One way in and no way out


The men were here to get your Belgian things
And only I was here to see them do it

I wish you had a number where you are
It's hard with no one here to help me through it


I can see you in my sleep
Playing the points for all you're worth
Walking gingerly across the bruised earth

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