No Sleeves Lyrics - Inches - Les Savy Fav

the singer of the band 

has been encased 

in a circuit board formed 

from arsenic and old lace. 

the piano has been dropped 

a c-note hits the cop 

so he would turn away 

while we're cleaning up the slop. 

this is the bishop's finger 

this is the bishop's hand 

onto Jesus' body 

the people place demands. 

they're pointing with their pistols 

while we're reaching for the sky 

the soundtrack of their lives 

is an eye for an eye... 

hail hail the talk show 

cocked after cocktails 

i lied and i lied... 

god save the techno 

the sequencers don't know 

when it died, when it died... 

Edison put the gun in our hands 

the black bear put 

the muzzle to its muzzle. 

the dogwood didn't care 

but the maple was troubled. 

trademark, this is a trademark 

this move was trademarked in 1883.