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Blue Oyster Cult Tyranny & Mutation Mistress Of The Salmon Salt In the garden district Where the plants grow strong and tall Behind the bush there lurks a girl Who makes them strong and tall The villagers call her Quicklime girl........behind her back Quicklime girl........behind the bush Quicklime girl She's the mistress of the salmon salt Quicklime girl Quicklime girl Quicklime girl In the fall when plants return By harvest time she knows the score Ripe and ready to the eye Yet rotten somehow to the core And they call her Quicklime girl........behind her back Quicklime girl........behind the bush Quicklime girl She's the mistress of the salmon salt Quicklime girl Quicklime girl Quicklime girl A harvest of life a harvest of death One body of life one body of death And when you've gone and choked to death With laughter and a little step I'll prepare the quicklime, friend For your ripe and ready grave For your ripe and ready grave It's springtime now and cares subside And the planning's almost done And fertile graves it seems exist Within a mile of that duke's joint Where coast guard crews still take their leave Quite listless in the sun And the quicklime girl still plies her trade The reduction of the many from the one And they call her Quicklime girl........behind her back Quicklime girl........behind the bush Quicklime girl She's the mistress of the salmon salt Quicklime girl Quicklime girl........they call her Quicklime girl A harvest of life, a harvest of death Resumes its course each day It comes as if by schedule A harvester lifts his arms to the rain And toes that crawl And knees that jerk And necks like swans that seem to turn As if inclined to gasp or pray |
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