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Chalkdust Torture - Phish

Written by：Thomas Marshall/Ernest Anastasio

Come stumble my mirth beaten worker

I'm jezmund the family berserker

I'm bought for the price of a flagon of rice

The wind buffs the cabin you speak of your life

Or more willingly locust the lurker

Confuse what you can of the ending

And revise your despise so impending

'Cause I soak on the wrath that you didn't quite mask

I'm getting it clearly through alternate paths

Or mixed in with the signal you're sending

But who can unlearn all the facts that I've learned

I sat in their chairs and my synapses burned

And the torture of chalk dust collects on my tongue

Thoughts follow my vision and dance in the sun

All my vasoconstrictors they come slowly undone

Can't this wait till I'm old

Can't I live while I'm young

Can't I live while I'm young

But no peace for jezmund tonight

I plug the stress tube up tight

And watch what I say as it flutters away

To all this emotion is kept harmless at bay

Not to educate somebody's fright

But who can unlearn all the facts that I've learned

I sat in their chairs and my synapses burned

And the torture of chalk dust collects on my tongue

Thoughts follow my vision and dance in the sun

All my vasoconstrictors they come slowly undone

Can't this wait till I'm old

Can't I live while I'm young

Can't I live while I'm young

But who can unlearn all the facts that I've learned

As I sat in their chairs and my synapses burned

And the torture of chalk dust collects on my tongue

Thoughts follow my vision and dance in the sun

All my vasoconstrictors they come slowly undone

Can't this wait till I'm old

Can't I live while I'm young

Can't I live while I'm young

Can't I live while I'm young

Can't I live while I'm young