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Cities And Years
Play with the bow at the bridge. Tune your voices to minor chords. This is the lowest we've ever been. Until we bend for the offering. . We're giving a knee jerk response to the awe.
Buffalo Gals
We're making habits out of vanities and gospel for the stalls. But the less you breathe the more you see of it all. . The lions share is courting the teen.
Champing At The Bit
We drew a crowd. The crowd drew the blood. Fawning swindlers. There's a shark in the stream where the newborns are baptized. Who let the flatterer into the gallery on our sweet sixteen? Take him away.
Your Touch Versus Death
Eyes of celibates, burning images worn down rotted lies. Lips dried peeling, eyes separate our lives dead underneath your skin. This blood's not mine, you fucking whore, you don't deserve my gods.
The Logic Of Crocodiles
I am a very important person.. I've acquired a genetically altered handshake capable of speeds up to 30 mph.. Hair arranged by the most advanced landscape surveillance operators our.
The New Black
Baby, you got me all wrong. And maybe I am not at all down and out. I'm high and I'm in. Don't you know who I am?. I'm the jaded one with pop insensitivity.
Romeo A Go-go
Tonight I'm coming home in a coma if it fucking kills me.. Listless but relieved,. Beaming like a newborn hostage.. Orphaned by an ambulance.. . I got this new black eye just for you..
Shallow Water Blackout
Neuron flash in fifty watts pinpointing to the streetlight limbo.. Told me it was chemistry why I behave like this.. Why I move in misdirected impulse and speak in scrambled clusters of white.
Rendez-voodoo
you'd better shove another piece of what's left into your mouth while the gettin' is good.. because you know the highs are running low, and every new is getting old..
Punch-drunk Punk Rock Romance
Pressed the seven sequenced silver panic buttons,. The distress calls that fall on a distracted short-wave signal.. A metronome timed to my panic stricken breathing.
Pornogratherapy
Tonight the cinema's the treatment clinic where the perverts seek the cure. Show me the rape scene one more time for the cause and I promise we'll behave like perfect christians. We'll sing the glory of the gospel for some whiskey and a skin flick. Hallelujah. All rise. Hollow be my name. In this kingdom we come without calling. Hallelujah. The violence and the choir, the virgin and the fire. Up to her neck in tongues. Lovely, so lovely is Ludwig Van. Electronic sonata pumped through the mud of a one night stand. The saints in regalia whistling while they rape. Lid clamps in vitamins. Lift up her skirt and I'll be cured, like a junkie with a methadone addiction thinks he's clean. I'll be cured. Sit down and watch closely. All these whores have conceded the war. She said "you might be sick, but you feel alright to me." Turn it off. That's enough, I promise I'm better. Healed at the horror show..
Off Broadway
This isn't at all unpleasent. I'm enchanted by the lavish ballet, and I'll whistle the tune all the way to the gallows that I heard at the cabaret. At the sheriff's singal, the orchestra moves the floor. Don't it make you feel wonderful? Body twisting strictly ballroom. Criminally elegant ideal postured Viennese waltzer I'm dressed to kill. I'm weightless and well rehearsed. In my godless opera my character is canonized. Unhand me. This is a musical and nothing goes wrong. Can't keep the classics out of the head of the masochists. Strike up the band. It's 245 beats for a measure or 5 beats for 6 steps on alternating feet. The show must go on. Never mind the teeth and the fingernails, the show must go on. I don't feel at all like I thought I would, but I could probably go on like this forever. Tonight we dance, for tomorrow they release the dogs. 1,2,3. 1,2,3. Keep it up. 1,2,3. Savor it. Where is my head? Where is my heart? Everything vanishes.
No Son Of Mine
We've drained full confession booths. Polluted drinking wells with our repentances. And then stood grinning with our arm. Around our shoulders of a rotting child.
Leatherneck
Marched from a burning ship into a rained out parade. With a bottle and a Bible the dregs are armed to the teeth. We traded distinction and praise for the tedious claim.
L'astronaut
Drifting on refuse paraded through the town square. Waving to the families of victims of the flood. Straddling the front door of a Catholic orphanage.
Inrihab
I tied the devil to the tracks. (Can you hear the train coming?). I served him papers with a seal from the governor. . The spoiler throwing voices. The vapors that they built this city on.
Imitation Is The Sincerest Form Of Battery
Don't try to resist. You're coming with us. Provisions are made. Accommodations have met. . Your words are encoded. In the bleak genetics of the mob. Praise apocrypha, omitted offense.
I Been Gone A Long Time
What we're doing is so wrong, and what you're wearing is so right (it's so tight) but I've never felt better, so I'm going out to get her and I don't care what set of wheels I steal to get there. Balance is a minor setback. What she thinks is all right, and the way she looks is just fine. She sure as hell ain't you, but lord knows she'll have to do. She don't know I'm alive but neither do I so there's nothing left to lose. If I could only make it make you want to want me. One more drink, I think, should do. I wish that I could say I love to watch you walk away, but you probably won't be back in time to hear it. So it's just as well. No one out there gets back in alive. So I'll love the way you stand so close to a guy who we both know can't get near it. Strike when ready. Burn the highway down. Let me hear her high heels moan. I'm ready, set, go. There's cocaine in the key that took us from the bar to her car to the bedroom. Only the lonesome love us. Only the careless can handle us. What's wrong with us that we're so unamused?.
Hit Of The Search Party
No man abandon his post. A gatecrasher has called us to arms. Take up your torch. I want this ship cleaner than a hospital ward. A radical has polluted our ranks. Slouch into position men, this is a war. Set the traps. We'll have that criminals head marched through the streets on a stick. Someone will pay for this. We'll squeeze his goddamn brains out. Sleep with one knife open. You can't outthink us, we've been out of thoughts for a while. The warrior with the deadliest weapon is the one without an instruction manual for his gun. This is a union of dunces and we are the new global menace. Stalking the land, gnashing dull teeth, tapping our feet, sighing and humming and watching the clock. That's what you get for fucking with us. When we find you we will skin you alive, we'll pluck out your eyes and the canons will roar as we march to the capitol, dragging your hide. Drooling polished jackboot monsters, tracking the scent of a sleeping child. Your composure gave you away, next time it's best to cry havoc. Keep marching, the bridge is ours. They're coming to get me. They're coming to take me away. I'll never make love in this town again. Everyone on the dance floord is doomed. Hit the ground, shut your mouth. The prisoners have laid waste to the pulpit. You're in for it now. Are these helicopters for me? Have I been appointed to speak? Then I'm going to Hell, and I'm taking the renaissance with me..
Floater
To my mistress the bridge, I don't feel well.. I'll be leaving and you can't stop me.. We've been carrying on too long,. I'm sorry, but I'm gone.. . I've got a bad reputation to think about..
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