1. |
Black Tongue
02:41
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Red
Like the blood that’s in your veins
That freezes when I hear your name
That’s drying on the kitchen floor
White
Like the corners of your eyes
Like a body under the ice
Little sister lying in the morgue
Nicotine house on fire
Living on a funeral pyre
Whatever at least I’m still alive
Blue
Like the smell of all your sins
Like the movement of your skinLike the rockets glare through x ray eyes
Black
Like the blood running in your shit
Like oil burning in a pit
Like your tongue so full of it’s lies
Cyanide fills the room
Dead babies on a dying moon
Whatever at least it’s nothing new
Tear stained and paper-thin
Rotten teeth in a cheshire grin
Looking like whatever the cat dragged in
(yeah yeah yeah)
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2. |
Scum
03:03
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I can’t pretend that I don't
Want you dead and I won’t
Be the one to paint your bedroom red and I won’t
Be the one who fills you full of lead
You’re scum
And I’m gonna tell every one
You’re scum
And I’m gonna tell every one
I’ve seen the nighthawks teeming
Overhead and bleeding
From your eyes and ears I hold you down
For your life kicking and screaming on the ground
You’re scum
And I’m gonna tell every one
You’re scum
And I’m gonna tell every one
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3. |
My Body is Ready
03:33
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I just can’t sleep unless I eat my pain
I watch the cells until my teeth fall out
And when I get excited hold me down
When you can’t get it up just scream and shout
You keep the bottles on the floor
Next to the table by the door
My my
My my
My body is ready
I feel a shadow underneath the moon
Those pigs won’t ever let us out
But if you put your rebel hand in mine
Bury our ashes in the ground
A sheep thats all I’ve ever been afraid
There is a light beyond this mess we’ve made
My my
My my
My body is ready
My my
My my
My body is ready
Ready (x4)
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4. |
SSSNAKESSS
04:42
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Ive seen those snakes
Seen them lying in the grass
Their bellies ache
Whenever I walk past
Ive heard those spiders on the bed
Piano strings for webs
Eating whatever wanders by
Spinning in their nests
I don’t know
Why you swallowed
Why you swallowed
Swallowed the fly
Perhaps you’ll die
Ive felt the rats inside the wall
Their babies on their backs
The smell of piss could make you heave
Seeping through the cracks
Ive seen the roaches on the floor
Living in the food
Your problem’s not with them
Their problem is with you
I don’t know
Why you swallowed
Why you swallowed
Swallowed the fly
Perhaps you’ll die
I don’t know
Why you swallowed
Why you swallowed
Swallowed the fly
Perhaps you’ll die
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5. |
Empty Me
03:33
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Empty me
Drink my blood just an empty husk
Kerosene
Fire burn just a pile of dust
Steal my clothes
Wear my skin to the CNE
Take me home
Another piece of the scenery
This hole in my head won’t let the sunlight in
Or set those evil spirits free
I once was blind but baby now I see
And I believe (x4)
I believe (x4)
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6. |
Burn Everything
03:57
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Burn it all burn it down (yeah)
Let the fire consume this town (yeah)
This place is hell it’s dim and cracked (yeah)
But I got out I’m never going back (yeah yeah yeah)
And I don’t regret a thing
Except everything
I’m never going
Im never going back (x2)
California uber alles (sing my song)
Blew up Boston and burned Dallas (singing all along)
Kept looking back in anger (but you kept it hid)
Killed a thousand total strangers (for what he did)
And i don’t miss anyone
Except everyone
And I don’t regret a thing
Except everything
I’m never going
Im never going back (x4)
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7. |
Enemy
03:54
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Cut yourself it’s not your fault
You’re not the enemy I know
Love yourself or not at all
You’re not the enemy I know
Hate yourself the sky won’t fall
Is something telling you to go
Lose yourself it’s not my call
Fuck this shit I’m going home
Going home
Going home
Going home (x4)
Change your clothes and cut your hair
Take a breath and turn away
Bodies burning on a pile
Take a breath and turn away
Leave the key under the mat
Got a ticket for a plane
Send me postcards soaked in gin
Dye my hair it’s going grey
Going grey
Going away
Going away (x4)
Do you want something
If you want nothing
I’m going away (x4)
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I though I saw your face
In some holy distant place
But it wasn’t you
It wasn’t you
And I remember Terre Haute
And it’s technicolour host
Those blacks and blues
Those blacks and blues
I heard some silent company
Like the dying of the leaves
And it hit me from above
Your face painted like a mask
Your heart like a sheet of glass
And they tell me it’s not love
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St Jude they call me to my face
The ex communicator brings
My meals in silence all alone
A rabbit: food for everything
A wolf, a wire, or a waste
My darlings dying in the snow
Do you ever feel like a fool
A dog without a bone
Cuz I’ve been down in this hole for so long
With all the drugs and the drones
I take my shoes off at the door
A drop or two is all I need
I let myself out in the cold
Lord of the flies they call me
I lick your wounds til they are clean
Never get ugly never old
Do you ever look like a fool
A dog without a bone
Cuz I’ve been down in this hole for so long
With a cross a crown and a throne
And it must be love
When I saw you in the crowd
And your heart felt like a gun
That had just been fired
But you look so tired
What if it was just the shame
What if it was all a game to you
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Death Waits Toronto, Ontario
Turning sad people into sweaty people.
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