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Correct Cycles To Gehenna Lyrics
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Correct Cycles To Gehenna
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Baseheads locally approach all spark plugs Total disregard for a dying man's shark jump Post-meridiem pretty tungsten attracts any once—pale horse painted gunmetal black Face masking, hard-shelled ebony propeller hat Clubmans, gloved rakes grappling the clutch span Tuck go the steel toe, metal gate spreading For the dead-alive that rented parking space 37 2000 out the weekly under "Cycles to Gehenna" gets him floating over 20 busses Fireproof and festive Corners like a two-tired tiger so a too-tired rider can accumulate a few excited fibers to assign Knows no zen in the art of maintenance Only as the orchestrated patron saint of changing lanes baby Here is how a great escape goes when you can't take your dead friends names out your phone Eyes and teeth, new moon on a scale that defies belief Outside what our fundamental sciences teach, every other mighty lion asleep Gangway - mine eyes, mine teeth Gangway - mine eyes, mine teeth Gangway - mine eyes, mine teeth The man-ape translates glam thru the visor Goes in water lillies Am-scrays Giger, and man—ray Crammed in a one-player campaign Blinker like a hallowed bonfire over Samhain Span where the praying hands mandate Bars an extension of the arms They're mutating instead of being farmed Tonight beneath a marmalade venus Haunted mowers chewing every glowing yard of mud between us Going Ford, Jag, Datsun, Corvette, Lotus All cones you can slalom when your focused Via mechanical Dartmoor Frankensteined poorly And sanctioned by a New Yank Yorkee Who knew that any moment he could lose it to the decopaged suicide flooring And still he keep his fuel tank portly, the 30 odd year old gears thank charlie The scarfthank Mom's new hobby, kssssht! copy Eyes and teeth, new moon on a scale that defies belief Outside what our fundamental sciences teach, every other mighty lion asleep Gangway - mine eyes, mine teeth Gangway - mine eyes, mine teeth Gangway - mine eyes, mine teeth It was less an act of hubris More a lonely hearts club at the helm ofa magic bullet Away on a relentless bid for rarefied inertia Rattletrap forks married to the patchy terra firma Ursa Minor getting warmer I crowbar into the pecking order The dreck between the whores and Betty Ford-ers Hug a double yellow spine Knobby rubber like a rat on a rope Those little fuckers run on passion alone This is the product ofa d.I.y. inadequate home Grabbing a cabin in the-fuck-outta-dodge Actin' a savage in the shadows of Rome Amassed against insufferable odds Fashioning gallows out of plastic and bone I got the motordrome walls of death splintering under me All-city galvanized bikes white knuckling Bright light, tunnel kings tuck in the devil PS - I wrote this on a self-destructing memo...
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