Throwing Muses

Throwing Muses - Firepile

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Call him tied, call him taken
Call him anything but shaken
Call him wasted, call him shaved
Call him anything by made
Call that firepile a home

Don't give away the end
I come back
I rush to wait
Where the pavement starts to crack
I put my foot down

The sidewalk's so hot

Think of all the junk
I could lay my hands on
Purify my heart
That firepile's your home

Your baby's running faster
Count the times I left my clothes out
Count the tires one more time
Count the times I let the air out
That firepile's your home

And you're mine
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Author: Kristin Hersh

Composer: ?

Publisher: 4AD

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Released in: 1992

Language: English

Appearing on: Red Heaven (1992) , The Curse (1992)

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