Sharpshooting at the dog pound strike
Did you hear that bowling alley sound
Pretty little terrorists with their bombs strapped to their chests
Colour me impressed
I tried to make friends with the devil in my swimming pool
But he lives on another level
If you’re feeling brave
You can crawl back behind the brain
Where there’s never any pain
And watch them cut out all the wires in the rain
That were driving you insane
Slaughtered by a discarded oedipus
Handing out vietnam war pamphlets
Juggling frozen martinis with the next door neighbours
The sin city genies
Blue lazarus begging for the vote
Must get cold in nothing but a sugarcoat
Always wanna rock the boat
The titanic sunk but maybe i’d float
There is no aretha on the desert
I’m asking you
Just to
Let me be your voodoo doll
There’s no aretha on the desert
I’m begging you
Won’t you once just watch me crawl
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