Butter. Butter and babies. this shack's distinct aroma.. Sugar, I'd come over. but it's very hard to hump in front of your children.. They're horrific..
When I awoke I lay tied to a foreign bed.. Inside a house sown out of human flesh.. A palace of skin graft architecture.. Oh desolation! I can't stand to fuck these walls..
My heart is a black haunted loom,. Weaving jackets for children who'll never be born.. My hands are abandoned factories. Manufacturing heartbreak and hate for the world..
Yeah, through the screen door your thoughts are quarantined,. Yeah, by the way you smell I can tell that you're fifteen.. Yeah, my name is Denver Max, I eat heart attacks..
NARRATOR. THERE'S A FULL MOON SHINING. AND A JOKER IN THE PACK. THE DEALER'S DEALT THE CARDS,. AND HE WON'T TAKE THEM BACK. THERE'S A BLACK CAT STALKING.
I spent seventeen nights in the city,. watching the horizon beckon for a buck knife. to bludgeon it's belly, to end the pregnancy.. I've spent seventeen nights in the city,.
MRS JOHNSTONE. MICKEY. DON'T SHOOT EDDIE. HE'S YOUR. BROTHER. YOU HAD A TWIN BROTHER. I COULDN'T. AFFORD TO KEEP BOTH OF YOU. HIS MOTHER. COULDN'T HAVE KIDS. I AGREED TO GIVE ONE OF YOU AWAY!.
And every soldier's face is burnt,. and it's a mask or it's a flash.. And their hands are turned to rifles now,. and they kill everything and anything they touch..
I wanna tell you about the Fifth Horseman of the Apocalypse.. C'mon and watch him spread his legs and birth another diva.. Prommageddon pit, smash hit. Prommageddon, chart topper..
Tell me it's not true,. Say it's just a story,. Something on the news.. . Tell me it's not true,. Though it's here before me,. Say it's just a dream,.
MICKEY. IF I WAS LIKE HIM. I'D KNOW ALL THE RIGHT WORDS. . EDWARD. IF I WAS LIKE HIM. I'D KNOW SOME REAL BIRDS. APART FROM THOSE IN MY DREAMS. AND IN MAGAZINES.
MR LYONS. TAKE A LETTER, MISS JONES QUOTE. I REGRET TO INFORM YOU,. THAT OWING TO CIRCUMSTANCES. OUITE BEYOND OUR CONTROL. IT'S A PREMATURE RETIREMENT.
Brass boots, where has your gaunt gown gone?. Whose streets have you walked on?. Who did you meet?. What did they say?. Is the world just a foxhole you watch from?.
NARRATOR. THERE'S A FEW BOB IN YOUR POCKET. AND YOU'VE GOT GOOD FRIENDS,. AND IT SEEMS THAT SUMMER'S NEVER COMING TO AN END. YOUNG, FREE AND INNOCENT, YOU HAVEN'T GOT A CARE,.
you're walking through the forests where they feed the trees broken glass.. john lennon and the rolling stones crooning in plastic bags.. spit shine your black luck now, baby..
Separate the sparkle from the stars and put them both on trial. "Order in the Court!", the judge. pukes up a putrid smile. Tear the tingle from the touch and lock them both in a windowless cell. The.
When the french maids cigarette turns. burns like a boiling tapeworm. (that was really something baby,. that was really something baby). When the chandeleers shatter,.
fire! fire! fire!. . orange yellow and black flesh trees bloom fire fire fire. i'm trapped inside this motel 6 on fire, fire, fire. those young fists clenched in the air.
NARRATOR. HOW SWIFTLY THOSE WHO'VE MADE A PACT,. CAN COME TO OVERLOOK THE FACT. OR WISH THE RECKONING BE DELAYED. BUT A DEBT IS A DEBT, AND MUST BE PAID..
They're fucking after us,. my bathroom mirror is cluttered with colonial faces.. it's a fright, it's a sight, powdered chalky white.. You've got to rescue me.