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oh, hiya
Watch this! Watch this!
We'll suck you in
Past its burgundy death grin
Crushing boat (rot) cross your face
pulling your brains out of your skin
Watch this! watch this!
Lets have a wander,
To poke the matted brick face.
I'll show what to think of,
Stand behind you, stand behind you– just incase!
Watch this! watch this!
And you can't stop the grins,
Dripping off on-top of you.
No you you cant stop the coins from spinning, and spinning and spinning.. ..can't stop the coins from spinning
I swear this thing will take you in - watch.
The gloss is gone to a backwards torch,
Cos we're chomping at the bits and they're crushed
Cos we're running out of time (we're running out of time)
We demand yr attention so
Watch this! Watch this!
1 2 3 4 ,1234
I swear this thing will take you in - watch.
Now we're back in the grid,
Chance to become what we did.
(And now we're stuck screaming out)
You saw the jaws rattle in a vacuum,
You saw the smiles stamped on,
You saw them hold you up like a prize in the throbbing gloss of the body.
You saw the sky rupture in a heart beat
You saw the rattle of a newborn
You saw these hands as they forced it down, to the slither of an 8 ball
Scream and shout
Tire you out
Stretch you out
There's no doubt
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New letters across chests emblazoned
You're rewarded with high-5s and embraces
Seating banks are ripped from the theatres
To build forts and to build defenses
In the streets millions gather
Ignite documents and get warm from the
Ink of the burning alphabet
One million buildings crumble
New characters are found in the rubble
Dip the pen in the new ink
So what you write you erase
The stems and the sharers decay
The notes all fall from the safe
And the thumbs of lines see that you're up
Keep the music repeated and repeated
Breaths in and out, anticipate a clicking sound
And the boots on the ground are removed
So the feet dance through the motions of encoding that sound
Analogue mechanisms whir
As a million pins punch tiny holes in reams of tape
And as it breaks a syntax deforms
New letters across chests emblazoned
You're rewarded with high-5s and embraces
Seating banks are ripped from the theatres
To build forts and to build defenses
The hammer beats the ribbons into a rhythm
The greater than symbol and the hash
Become the dot and the dash
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Those L.E.Ds throw their glow to the potholed ground
Snap shut as they peer out from a collar, he's wearing your lipstick
And drinking from your glass, inside there's a drillshot buzz through the bathroom wall
Taste it from the telephone hear it in the siren wail, write your name –
In cellophane strips,
Across contours of your bloodied mouth
WOO!
See a distraction
Over the black wax
Every movement
Highlights in yellow
From kinky buses to ricket ladders
For a thousand foot tunnel and a world underground
Step out from your heavy breath crouch, breaking to the point – “pleased to meet you”
Take everything she's got and wrap it in plastic wrap it in plastic
Encase it in film and take her fucking back
WOO!
See a distraction
Over the black wax
Every movement
Highlights in yellow
I can see a distraction
That mounts this paramount task
And its said with such sadness
That the thrill is sealed in black wax
This ride, so far,
Came and went, here we are,
When they find you, so far
It'll take a miracle, here we are
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Oh curses, I became emasculated
Can you take me aside and aid me to select the right tools?
So that I might
Dismember the flesh and cut off the skins
Make me a busby or something
Make me a b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b
The skulls received as accolades
I parade in the pelt
Let's all have a massive hug and prove that we can do it...
We can totally bone!
Together plumage and the hide are stitched
It's a gift to myself, so that we might
Slip out of our clothes
And stand bodily bare
Except for a headdress or something
And we can...
We can totally bone!
Oh curses, I became emasculated
Can you take me aside and aid me to select the right tools?
So that I might
Dismember the flesh and cut off the skins
Make me a busby or something
Bring me home
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Yeah! Great skies of green
Yeah! Great fields of blue
Yeah! Vast swathes of pink
Who put the fork in your tongue?
Who broke the belt with a bang?
Try to remember: 'Old dog, new tricks'
Say it: "It's alright"
It's not your name they're dragging through the mud, it's mine
Who put the fork in your tongue?
Who broke the belt with a bang?
Try to remember your insularity
Say it: "It's alright"
It's not your name they're dragging through the mud
Forget to segregate yourself
Forget to flagellate yourself
Door meets door in the glamorous mansion
Forget to segregate yourself
Forget to flagellate yourself
And it's teeming with shadows;
Paralyzed minds make decisions in the dark
Who put the fork in your tongue?
Who broke the belt with a bang?
Buy it, run it, kick it, fuck it, yeah.
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OH! MY! GOD!
You reside in the details
take my audio out and really wail
Oh Yeah!
You've got blood to bleed
But we've got mouths to feed!
God please send me courage
To wear this darling dress
When there's murder on the frontlines
And blood in the headlights
She! Looks up and quietly says
"Are these atoms?"
These are atoms!
"I'm holding them."
Slipping on the science of an optic nerve
C-c-c-cut that in half, you'll see what I mean
God please send me guidance and the perfect halter-neck
When a door becomes a war
We're win with our effortless style
SIT DOWN!
SIT DOWN!
THIS IS REALLY NAPALM
AND IT'S A sea OF SUCH PASSION
A NEON BIRTH CANAL
SIT DOWN
SIT DOWN!
HE WAS REALLY NERVOUS
in that sea OF SUCH PASSION
WHAT A WAY TO learn
When she gets what she wants!
She won't care anymore
And carry on for an age
There's no way to make her pay
Unless! You cut!
Her gums out with knives of heat
And flatten her bones!
To pulp and bruises
SIT DOWN!
SIT DOWN!
THIS IS REALLY NAPALM
AND IT'S A sea OF SUCH PASSION
A NEON BIRTH CANAL
SIT DOWN
SIT DOWN!
HE WAS REALLY NERVOUS
in that sea OF SUCH PASSION
WHAT A WAY TO learn
YEAHHH!
C'mon, stand! Up
YEAHHH!
C'mon stand Up!
Easier to let it spill back into our mouths
Than to wrench it from a centrefold
This is the opera of the crystalline
Sudden skin for the playground scene
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One chance
One chance
One chance
One chance
One chance
One chance
One chance
One chance
This is your only chance
This is your only chance
This is your only chance
This is your only chance
One chance
One chance
One chance
One chance
One chance
One chance
One chance
One chance
What is going to happen when you find out you have used your only chance?
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Yeah! Can you smell it in the air?
There is something brilliant approaching, onto our patch encroaching
We'll hand it over, with a YEAH!
We'll watch the fabric fold, while our beauty you behoooooooooooooooold!
Yeah! Can you smell it in the air?
In three minutes it will billow about me
Cut around to fit so neatly
Watch how to succeed with the weave
Behold the cloth that we folded
With the tape about our shoulders
Every rule has been taken in and yeah
Cut and stitched to make it fit about the hips
See how the loop is fixed, under cross-stitch
We wanna look as good as you
As we race up to the loom
Pop pop! On the cuffs
Huh huh! On the hem
Yeah! Can you feel it in the air?
Tonight we begin revolving
at a speed sending skirts ascending
You cannot contend with the RPM
Regard the seamstress' insight
As we twirl into the spotlight
I am in a state to ovulate and yeah
Find myself contorted oddly
So I can learn to love my body
Position of the shoulder blades deny access to the vertebrae
Dispel concerns about the fit
With five pairs of hands to assist the zip
Pop pop! On the cuffs
Huh huh! On the hem
The wheel begins a motion that spins trails on the thread
And we can make a path along until it takes us to the AH AH AH AH
Edge of an incision that the scissors will have run
And the voice becomes the needle and the thimble and the thumb!
We can choose the pattern, can identify the page and
We can choose the pattern that the music will arrange
And while the spinning of the wheel begins to generate a wind
The voice becomes the stitches and the needle and the pins
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Mangle yourself and each other
Lens at the ready and ink on the page
We can remove and we can take away
But keep it together for 1993
Posture proud, we want 1993
Take a time, back to 1993
Dress your rehearsal room scars
Suture your studio incision
We'll turn your hissy fits into sissy hits
Remember the good times in 1993
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There's silence at the cathode club as it dissolves to smoke
Black eyes watch our attempts to puncture the spectre
Clouds gather, a filthy scene
What is a man without ego?
He is an image of an empty husk
You're in, you're here
Come join the troops
These are the trenches we built ourselves
These are the soldiers you'll sacrifice
These are the days of our fucking lives
Shrapnel aching at my shouldblade
All roads need roads to carry on their name
All teens need dreams to forget their shame
We hang the skulls from the structures we built from the shells
Tributes and seizures set sail on an ocean of sin
Swear to the sun that you never intended to win
Forfeit the battle for reasons best left in the dirt
Shrapnel aching my shoulder blade
We hang the skulls from the structures we built from the shells
Hey everyone...
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There once was a song which acknowledged itself in the words
It was like when your parents heard The Beatles
Ripped the wind from our lungs and left us defeated
It made me and Duncan embrace when the awesome guitars swell
And the bass cuts out so it's just the voice and the riff
There once was a song which dismantled itself in the words
It set sail, while in Shea Stadium they shouted:
"We collected the fragments as they radiated outwards"
The guitars fell from their hands as chords decomposed
And champagne explodes on the bows
Of a song that shifts from blows into hits
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