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The young man held a gun to the head of God
Stick this holy cow Put the audience in action Let the slaughtered take a bow The old man's words, white hot knives Slicing through warm butter The butter is the heart The rancid peeling soul Scratch pictures on asylum walls Broken nails and matchsticks hypodermic hypodermic hypodermic RED FIX One man's poison another man's meat One man's agony another man's treat Artaud lived with his neck paced firmly in the noose Eyes black with pain, Limbs in cramps contorted The theatre and its double The void and the aborted THOSE INDIANS WANK ON HIS BONES (repeat) |
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Overshadowed by her sister
Pretty girl would scream, King Volcano gave me numbers King Volcano is clean (twice) Lonely people burn like candles Only we are clean Lonely people burn like candles Only we are clean |
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Her gaze hit the side of mine
So I opened it out To destroy what you thought was difference So I lied to you once again So I painted over you once again So I die before you once again 'What's the difference' Come clearly where the flavour is Seen here in black and white You've got two seconds baby boy In burning light white light 'What's the difference' Clear up what you are Burn out these eyes Rip up this place and scream 'I am your slice of life' (four times) Shivering under lamposts Shivering under glass Your standing on charisma again God knows it cannot last 'What's the difference' Ice inside your body Blood inside your soul Yet still twelve faces stand around Hugging your skinny bones 'What's the difference' So clear up what you are Burn out these eyes, rip up this place and scream 'I am your slice of life' (four times) And the car opened him up to so much more And the money is brighter with a wider smile And the problem expands inside your head 'I am your slice of life' |
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Honeymoon croon tonight
Sew my socks tonight I say whose on the rare tonight Lurking lipstick tickle fickle Marylin's on Send her by air mail, PAR AVION Certificate X tacy in my head Hire out Sybil Vane for my bed Croon croon tonight Honeymoon tonight Sew my sock tonight - tonight She insists on tying down After the soldier sailor curfew All alone in the cathedral bar She preys in dockland He asks to see her hidden side She, the color of his money Honeymoon croon tonight Marylin fading fast better get straight The catch from the sidewalk is in a state The sound of footstep - mummy's here I'll be a good boy I'll never fear Better fix her drink tonight bed time's come Must blot out this urge to use my gun |
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Running without aim
Through the razor weeds That only reach my knees And when I'm lying in the grey sleep I don't know how to walk the boards I open my eyes, and look at the floor And now I don't see you anymore There is no choice, we make a point To counteract a threatening hand Close my hold Let's be near Let's be near the atmosphere |
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Your mornings will be brighter
Break the line Tear up rules Make the most of a million times no |
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Move his way
Nice and Slow Paint it all black Let the humorous glow He feels like sacher-masoch And the fire below Is licking at his lips Cracks the whip Come on crack Crack the whip Swallowing flames Sinking in the snow He enjoys feeling pain He enjoys peeling slow Lagartija Nick It's no dumb show Your name's on his whip Crack the whip Come on crack A code of play A nocturn rite In the cruel garden of dark delights Sixteen cages crawl in line Desire is a heady wine Come on crack Crack All in pain It's no dumb show Fire below Is licking at his lips Swallowing flame Crack |
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He was in his room, half awake, half asleep
The walls of the room seem to alter angles Elongating and shrinking alternately Then twisting around completely so that he was on the opposite side of the room A trick of the light and too much caffeine, he thought Then came a knock on the door And this sound was the same dark-brown tone as the wood of which the door was made At first, he thought he'd imagined it Because it would not have been out of place with the other strange hallucinatory events of that night But then it came again Only heavier this time With a sense of real urgency So pulling himself up And stepping through pools of moonlight and shadow He made his bleary way across the room towards the door And slowly, apprehensively, raised the latch The latch became a fingertip, touching his own Energy sapping as a new form, transversing the edge of his emotions His power became his agony, his power knew no bounds Whereas before, his peace withstood the vastness His prerogative became an endless force of the all impossible His final soul is flying with contempt only Even the legendary glance backward to meet with eternity's stone in peace or save his already destroyed You cannot share, the temperature is rising The ghost and monkeys make a choice This... This... He tried to will himself back to bed He wanted desperately to feel the reassuring crisp, white sheets once taken for granted To be back home, safe as houses, protected by walls covered in familiar patterns But even wallpaper had become sinister to him He remembered staring into the paisley print and seeing a repetition of skulls At night he would listen to the click of heels on the concrete outside And try to imagine the facial features of the unseen figure He would always see his own face And another realization of this prophecy rang terrible and true For at this moment, it was indeed, his own feet that filled the shoes Shoes that no man would want to wear Into the hills then to search for another searcher's closely held goals Into the forest under the billowing leaves Under the dreadful birds, the singing soil, the decrepid babies, the unhappy new loves The preaching alphabutics, the long-lost lovers never to find the safety of their mothers In fact, all the guilty clouds he will move into a playground A sense of moonlight and shadow All the stars touch to the cold molten sunflower, fly to his middle eye The wallpaper had sinister tones Alas, white cold Alas, rainbow's middle infinity's destination. All life's drums drink from bottles and visioins are blinded |
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Sinister echoes clutching at straws
Letter boxes screaming You try to pin him to the wall You end up on the ceiling Locked in a dome The shadows flicker by He's the madcap pusher Delerium the drug he's dealing He drops a capsule in your drink And spikes your dreams with madness He's the sniper in the hills Hiding the holes in your head He's the poison in your poison The razor in your head Hanging on a picture Eyelid needle and thread You empty yourself once again But he's always one step ahead He whispers in your ear was it nothing that you said He's walking in your sleep now He keeps your fat paranoia well-fed He drops a capsule in your drink And spikes your dreams with madness The sanity assassin Stays up all night stalking The sanity assassin Picks off victims like flies The sanity assassin Let his fingers do the walking The sanity assassin The crack shot between your eyes He's got you in his sights He drops a capsule in your drink And spikes your dreams with madness The razor in your head He's the poison in your poison Drops a capsule in your drink (repeat) |
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