Тексты песен «Blood Brothers»

Do you remember us? Do you remember us? We wrapped your corvette in cellophane, set it aflame! Do you remember us? Do you remember us? We doused your TV set in propane, turned up the gain! This party's dying so...

SAMMY I GOT Y'. I SHOT Y' AND Y' BLOODY KNOW I DID I GOT Y', I SHOT Y' LINDA I STOPPED IT WITH THE BIN LID SAMMY BIN LID - BUT YOU KNOW THAT IF YOU CROSS YOUR FINGERS ALL AND IF YOU COUNT FROM ONE YOU CAN...

those decadent war swans, with faces half drawn, slinging blood soaked carols at the slave ship sun. huge gold ak-47! huge gold ak-47! c'mon, its 4am kick down the gate and spray your ammo like champagne. tie up your...

Why can't we let our mouths devour each other? Why can't we turn those miles into inches, letters into breath, years into seconds? (We always said we'd return to the candy coated jungle.) we always said that we would...

EDWARD IF I COULD STAND INSIDE HIS SHOES I'D SAY HOW CAN I COMPARE THEE TO A SUMMER'S DAY LINDA OH GO AWAY.. EDWARD I'D TAKE A PAGE IN ALL THE PAPERS I'D ANNOUNCE IT IN THE NEWS IF IT WAS THE GUY, IF I WAS IN...

Have you seen the man with the golden crotch? Who oiled the souls of this town of teenage girls. Have you seen the man with the flaxen wig? Who brought this city to its knees, who left it lusting. Have you seen the man...

Her heart throb heart throbs 340 beats a minute. Those slit throat confessions licked by randy flames of persuasion, the shaving of bone, the lingering taste of singed enamel. The negatives, Jennifer. Such...

twilight's million battered lips sleep in a house of fractured smiles. young love's clumsy fingertips are gonna find out for themselves. the birds keep on singing from the tops of trees, but the song's out of tune that...

Yesterday I shaved every inch of my body and mailed the hair to you. Does this excite you? Is this what you like, pen pal? Today I mailed a brick through your window and watched you shower so clean. I sucked your soap...

EDWARD WHAT'S YOUR NAME? MICKEY MICHAEL JOHNSTONE. BUT EVERYONE CALLS ME MICKEY WHAT'S YOURS? EDWARD EDWARD LYONS. MICKEY D' THEY CALL Y' EDDIE? EDWARD NO. MICKEY WELL, I WILL. EDWARD WILL...

EDWARD WHAT'S YOUR NAME? MICKEY MICHAEL JOHNSTONE. BUT EVERYONE CALLS ME MICKEY WHAT'S YOURS? EDWARD EDWARD LYONS. MICKEY D' THEY CALL Y' EDDIE? EDWARD NO. MICKEY WELL, I WILL.

"roll film!" screams scissors lips Prepping the flesh with his paper cut hiss. She couldn't breathe she couldn't speak As faceless vampires bled the rosy from her cheeks. Scene one enter junkyard j: The man with the...

"roll film!" screams scissors lips, Prepping the flesh with his paper cut hiss. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't speak As faceless vampires bled the rosy from her cheeks. Scene one, enter junkyard j: The man...

"roll film!" screams scissors lips, prepping the flesh with his paper cut hiss. she couldn"t breathe, she couldn"t speak as faceless vampires bled the rosy from her cheeks. scene one, enter junkyard j: the...

"roll film!" screams scissors lips, prepping the flesh with his paper cut hiss. she couldn't breathe, she couldn't speak as faceless vampires bled the rosy from her cheeks. scene one, enter junkyard j: the man...

"roll film!" screams scissors lips, prepping the flesh with his paper cut hiss. she couldn't breathe, she couldn't speak as faceless vampires bled the rosy from her cheeks. scene one, enter junkyard j: the man with the...

"roll film!" screams scissors lips, Prepping the flesh with his paper cut hiss. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't speak As faceless vampires bled the rosy from her cheeks. Scene one, enter junkyard j: The man...

SAMMY I GOT Y'. I SHOT Y' AND Y' BLOODY KNOW I DID I GOT Y', I SHOT Y' LINDA I STOPPED IT WITH THE BIN LID SAMMY BIN LID - BUT YOU KNOW THAT IF YOU CROSS YOUR FINGERS ALL AND IF YOU COUNT FROM ONE YOU CAN...

and the swarm of winged octopi fly out under the lid eye of the star studded sky...singing... "do you want to live forever baby? do you want to live forever baby? suck the youth stuck forever baby? throb the camera...

Oh, Team Machine! I'm a pound of flesh in a drum machine's dream. We watched crabs and lobsters eat a dead cop's throat and stuff our mouths with gutted stereos. Oh, Team Machine! Every single piano i've ever met in my...