Тексты песен «Blood Brothers»

let's sling our rain slicks over February's fantastic antlers sprouting from the foreheads of world famous romancers. the winter's looming like a bloodthirsty bird of prey. and i guarantee by spring we'll either be...

Ambulance X extracts several consultants from the slow gumming death at the office orifice. Ambulance Y imprisons the sigh of the recent amputee and dumps her in the xylophone trees. Ambulance X scours the tanning...

ONE TWO THREE! THANK YOU! stumbling from the alleyway walking a vulture, or is the vulture walking you? mumbling for a driver for your toothless limousine, holding that diamond leash like the sabertooth queen. gurgling...

Ride! Ride! x4 Ride the crippled horse. Ride Ride! Ride the broken mare. Ride Ride! Ride the jaundice buck. Ride Ride! Ride the dead Pegasus. Ride Ride! You're so fucked up, you're a fucking mess. Ride the naseous...

Mr. electric disappears and re-appears like a smiling/snarling phantom. Dawn: wooing the blue from the crawling eyes of babies Midday: vanished. grinning through the sweat pores of harlots and whores. Sundown:...

MRS JOHNSTONE OH, BRIGHT NEW DAY, WE'RE MOVIN' AWAY MICKEY WHY MAM? MRS JOHNSTONE WE'RE STARTIN' ALL OVER AGAIN MICKEY LINDA.. LINDA MRS JOHNSTONE OH. BRIGHT NEW DAY WE'RE GOING AWAY SAMMY WHERE?...

Bulimic rainbows vomit what? Burn Piano Island Burn! Coconut pupils never shut? Burn Piano Island Burn! Jigsaw babies and their bamboo stilts? Burn Piano Island Burn! Charred toucans weaving their black sky quilt? Burn...

Alice, where's your tongue? She said; look in the encyclopedia's ceaseless chatter Alice, where's your hair? She said; look in the sharp of a well-worn butterfly knife Alice, where's your teeth? She said, look at the...

murder = white out. cancer = birth blouse. mirror = perfect glass spouse. oil = sex paint. shower = water saint. Death decodes the howls from our hands. skull = noise nest. TV = fuck test. mirror = siamese gun kiss...

I just want to join the party, but the confetti falling is razor sharpened. I just want to blow out the candles, but the cake is sprinkled with punctured skulls. I just want to celebrate, but the stripper they hired...

And there's a fire on the Junk island where they send their garbage. Is anybody listening? After work we'll watch the seagulls diving in and out of the lashing towers of flame. It twinkles like a pile of rotting...

Neon black tanks grope the skyline. Neon black cocks rot into poison wine. Neon black flowers on the mass grave. Neon black corpses, stacked, eclipse the horizon. Neon black whip, war gang hiss; while Devastator sips...

She shacked up with the wrong surgeon. Doctor! Doctor! Yeah, what have you done? She slept beneath a blanket of scalpels, and woke up with skin, skin like fingernails. What pleasure do you crave when sex lacks...

MRS JOHNSTONE ONLY MINE UNTIL THE TIME COMES ROUND TO PAY THE BILL. THEN I'M AFRAID. WHAT CAN'T BE PAID MUST BE RETURNED. YOU NEVER, EVER LEARN, THAT NOTHING'S YOURS, ON EASY TERMS. ONLY FOR A TIME, I MUST...

(fake fake flowers) (fake funeral) This room is a fluorescent tomb: it's brazen bulbs mimic death's hyena croon. He pulls on her wires, she jerks to attention, she's animated again, she's talking to a hypodermic...

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, Watching the face in the embryo, Traced by...

These hot machine years burning time across your face See the smoke stacks rising up like fuck you towers? My girlfriend sang like a hummingbird today until that cough stole her voice and fed it to the furnance. Shrew...

Verse 1: Ring out the gong again! Carve out this hymn in skin! When the party blacks out again you're still eating headlines out of the newspaper bin. Slap the gong again! Carve out this hymn in skin! Chorus: Happy...

the giant swan's got ghosts in his wings. his guts are stuffed with polaroids, and they're all humiliating. and when the wine's drunk and the wild cabaret has sung it's last voice, and you're sitting all alone in the...

Bullhorn: "Save the falsetto valentines for the black ice cube toast, for the filth roast." Classified: You know she looks so clinique, but when you think she's asleep, we're watching from inside the pilots seat...