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Oh Ballerina
04:21
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You sleep you won’t dream
You lay down it won’t be for rest
You pull yourself together
At the hands of others
The hands of others
Let them disassemble you
Like a model plane in reverse,
Dropping vital parts behind the couch
Let these snake fingers rub off on you,
Leaving prints for the drunken officers…
Yet to arrive on the scene
Oh ballerina, oh ballerina
There’s danger in the ice
And will you stay to find out -
You were brought here incomplete
Don’t you know they broke the mold?
Before they were through?
‘Cause they were through with you
Oh ballerina, oh ballerina
There’s danger in the ice
And will you stay to find out -
Let them go for the eyes
And all the sweetest soft spots combined
Oh ballerina, oh ballerina
Let these snake fingers rub off on you
The curtain falls
(It’s only drapery anyway)
Dust diva
Rundown, low rent, no time for elite, my friend
Junkyard skin, it peels off, won’t let light in
Rust-covered nails in a soapbox grave
Dust diva
Oh ballerina…
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Pick up the sword
Let go of the pen
Step up to the plate
As that wolf again
Air is thick
With the stench of fear
And if I can smell it
What makes you think they won’t?
Pick up the sword
Let go of the pen
Step up to the plate
As that wolf again
Lost track of the good in man
Those blankets
Were supposed to put out that fire
But we hid, how we hid under them
Staining the sheets
Smearing the sheets
Soaking the sheets
With our cowardice
Abandon ship!
Your seams are showing
Blisters from the sores
And weak links bonding
Build, tear down, build
You were born two steps ahead
Of every move
But baby, two wrongs don’t make a Reich
And, uh, my Tourette’s don’t make this right
Well, now’s your chance,
Last chance for a slow dance
Build, tear down, build
So you like those comforting sounds, huh?
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Dead Guy On The Stereo
03:23
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One of these days he’s gonna crucify himself
The ultimate sacrifice for our sins (but mostly his own)
No, he can’t turn water to wine, water to wine
But he’s got a two-in-one deal on mortal sins
The pompous pride fats him through gluttony
The enlightened multitasker can chew gum and walk on water
The traitor and the martyr
There’s a dead guy on the stereo
On the stereo
On the stereo
There’s a dead guy on the stereo
On the stereo
On the stereo
He’s singin’
He’s swingin’
From the ceilin’
Sing it! Sing it! Sing it! SING IT!
There’s an art school in heaven
Filled with afterlife geniuses
Failed Houdinis and rebels without souls
The disappearing men
You say he cheated death and I say he cheated life
You say he fought and lost and I say he left the fight
There’s a dead guy on the stereo
On the stereo
On the stereo
There’s a dead guy on the stereo
On the stereo
On the stereo
He’s singin’
He’s swingin’
From the ceilin’
Sing it! Sing it! Sing it! SING IT!
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Stick onto the loose ends
It’s what creatures of habit do
False security
Passed on, passed on, passed on
Through generations
Ignore all natural conclusions
We worship
We praise
We suck up to
The calm before the storm
Like illiterates making educated guesses
We connect the dots
‘Cause the big picture is lost on us
As time hunts us down…
We worship
We praise
We suck up to
The calm before the storm
As time hunts us down…
Let’s age beyond our years
Let’s stalk the same old haunts
Let’s drag ourselves closer
Through days plentiful
And mangled
Like roadkill
The good times are here
(They postpone the bad)
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This Sect Oslo, Norway
Post-punk weirdos.
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