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Quick demo of a new song. I'd like to somehow record strings (and some classical sounding piano) for the verses. For the instrumental coda, imagine it being longer with extensive lead guitar work (and intense drumming).

lyrics

Hanged French billionaires,
You hang so low,
Your pocket squares
are just obscene.
They make me want to
Cut you down.

Help yourself to one
Or to a chair.
I have two tables,
But none are here.
The men don the grey suits
Here on Broadway.

March them through the rain
The Frenchmen strain
To hear the flies
Who drop in vain.
They had to die;
I suppose they did.

I saw the devil once,
He waltzed in grey
And walked the praying
Fields for the day.
He makes me want to
Cut you down.

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from Songs Without Drums, track released 28 July 2011

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