five lives dead and gone. we breathe out of key and wonder if you can hear the awkwardness in these tremors. Draining, cutting this cancer out. Teeth
The lady comes to the gate dressed in lavender and leather Looking north to the sea she finds the weather fine She hears the steeple bells ringing through
of the albatross Sowing the seeds of discontent I know you very well, you are unbearable I've seen you up far too close Getting rid of the albatross
?Every dead body That is not exterminated Becomes one of them It gets up and kills The people it kills, get up and kill? I was born a zombie I'm a creep
The lady comes to the gate Dressed in lavender and leather Looking North to the sea She finds the weather fine She hears the steeple bells Ringing through
I've made up my mind and I will be leaving Leaving this cruel, dark world For the soulless to share But first Women will shriek and watch their husbands
Motherfucker, I see through your death rays And you can't brainwash me you fucks! Stone cold busted! Not my head, not my lawn...
Baby, baby let it flow child. It's the tingly, brilliant sensation below now. The butterflies in our guts make it alright, (Give 'em) bricks, cocktails
Oh, see us withering away? Breaking apart at the seams... The Great Sarcophagus takes advantage of the decline... Dollars, decay--on its reeking breath
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Pieces pierce the flesh, another drops to the floor Trembling words from years worth of damage. Pick up the shards and slab. Never an encouraging word
Howdy, son--you can't fuck with me, I'm untouchable, dig? Black gold pumpin' through my veins, Child, we'll give you a smile, a thumbs up Promise you
Today, they buried a good man. It got me to thinking about all of the worthless shit The plastic people worry their lives away with. Man, life isn't mortgages
Oh my God, Pennsylvania's an inferno! Watch it fall down to the ground! Oh my God, Pennsylvania's an inferno! Everyone look what's goin' down...
Lap it up, strap it on! Run it in, Does it feel so right? It shits, It eats, It sleeps-- He's a man-eating swine, child-- Soul eater, extraordinaire--
[written by Phillip Price, for Penny (1987-1999)]
, albatross Fly on, fly on I should have seen the signs Now the memories far behind It was no big loss, fly on albatross, yeah Fly on, fly on albatross
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