William Faulkner’s “As I Lay Dying - section 22” lyrics

by

Mr. Allen


Cash

It wont balance. If you want it to tote and ride on a balance, we will have--"

"Pick up. Goddamn you, pick up."

"I'm telling you it wont tote and it wont ride on a balance unless--"

"Pick up! Pick up!, goddamn your thick-nosed soul to hell, pick up!”

It wont balance. If they want it to tote and ride on a balance, they will have

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