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Correct Invalid Litter Dept. Lyrics
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Correct Invalid Litter Dept.
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Intravenously polite, it was the walkie-talkies That had knocked the pins down As their shoes gripped the dirt floor In the silhouette of dying. (Dancing on the corpse's ashes...) Yeah, they had plans for him But they had spun the last of the pimps Polyester, satin nailed, jewelery lips While the guillotine just laughed again. (Dancing on the corpse's ashes...) And the paramedics fell into the wound Like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant, An anaesthetic penance beneath The hail of contraband. (Dancing on the corpse's ashes.) On my way, Nails broke and fell Into the Wishing well. Wishing well. Wishing well. On my way, Nails broke and fell Into the Wishing well. Wishing well. Wishing well. They had defected and been excommunicated And all the pulses were subverted, And they made sure the obituaries Showed pictures of smoke stacks. (Dancing on the corpse's ashes...) A vivid dissection that mocked The strut of vivisection A semi-automatic colony And a silencing that still walks the streets. (Dancing on the corpse's ashes...) In the company of wolves Was a stretcher made of Cobblestone curfews. And the federales performed Their custodial customs quite well. (Dancing on the corpse's ashes.) On my way, Nails broke and fell Into the Wishing well. Wishing well. Wishing well. On my way, Nails broke and fell Into the Wishing well. Wishing well. Wishing well. On my way, Nails broke and fell Into the Wishing well. Wishing well. Wishing well. On my way, Nails broke and fell Into the Wishing well. Wishing well. Wishing well. Intravenously polite, it was the walkie-talkies That had knocked the pins down As their shoes lay dangling on the dirt floor In the silhouette of dying. (Dancing on the corpse's ashes...) Well, yeah, they had plans for him But they had spun the last of the pimps Polyester, satin nailed, jewelery lips While the guillotine just laughed again. (Dancing on the corpse's ashes...) And the paramedics had fallen into the wound Like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant, An anaesthetic penance beneath The hail of contraband. (Dancing on the corpse's ashes.) On my way, Nails broke and fell Into the Wishing well. Wishing well. Wishing well. On my way, Nails broke and fell Into the Wishing well. Wishing well. Wishing well. On my way, Nails broke and fell Into the Wishing well. Wishing well. Wishing well. On my way... Dancin' on the corpse's ashes... Dancin' on the corpse's ashes... Callous heels, Numbed in travel Endless maps made By their scalpels. Scalpels. Callous heels, Numbed in travel Endless maps made By their scalpels. Scalpels...
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