You've been so long. Your blind eyes are gone. Your old bones are on their own. . So take off your coat. Put a song in your throat. Let the dead-beats pound all around.
An open road where I can breathe. Where the lowest low is comin to me. I can pull myself back up back down. Stuck together like a readymade. And nobody knows where we been.
Here we go, 1 2 3 4. . There's nothing left to hide. You can see it in my eyes. Oh I've tried to be who I thought you wanted. . And if it's all a lie.
Here comes the vegetable man in the. Vegetable van with the horn that's honking. Like a mariachi band in the middle of the street. People gather around put a dollar in the can.
Smash your stars, your old fruit jars. The candy-ass guards with their fingers all charred. I'm undercover, the protein summer. You know the number and I'll wait outside.
Big pain. Burnin' down. Givin' me a cow. What you seem to be saying. Is you're patiently waiting. Like an ashtray for the butt. . Well I'm puttin' it down.
In a cast iron cage you couldn't help but stare like a creature. With the laws of a brothel and the fireproof bones of a preacher. And your lingo coined from the sacrament of a casino.
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The countryside is overgrown. There's a lighthouse in her soul. Wrestling with butcher girls. She don't ever change her clothes. . Masterpieces liquidate in fertile tears.
The tortures, the torment. Pink noise, delicious. The danger, the victims. Demeaning religion. She rides, she rolls. Olympic control. Her bricks assaultin'.
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Walk to the bridge, stand like a fridge. Empty and cold, burning a light bulb.... . Right now. Get down. Right now. People getttin' busy. . Right now.
Don't tell your right hand baby. What your left hand do. You know those road check girls. Will make your brown breath blue. . Peaches and Cream. You make a garbage man scream.
Tonight the city is full of morgues. And all the toilets are overflowing. There's shopping malls coming out of the walls. As we walk out among the manure.
Just like a paper tiger. Torn apart by idle hands. Through the halter skelter morning. Fix yourself while you still can. . No more ashes to ashes. No more cinders from the sky.
Tonight the city is full of morgues. And all the toilets are overflowing. There's shopping malls coming out of the walls. As we walk out among the manure.
Tonight the city is full of morgues. And all the toilets are overflowing. There's shopping malls coming out of the walls. As we walk out among the manure.
I wake up and look. Upon your painted eyelids. The world is your oyster. And the trashbags are your kids. The ceiling is invisible. There's a bird sinkin' through the sky.
Ozzy. ozzy. ozzy. ozzy. ozzy. ozzy. ozzy. ozzy. ozzy. ozzy. ozzy. ozzy can i get a little echo on this?. ozzy. ozzy. ozzy. ozzy. ozzy. What does it mean?.
Seventeen years in the city. Static clinging to the ceiling. Never did I think it would come to this. Outcome is different, than I expected. . Riot cops, cheerleaders.