(I limped up like a dog [shut up] with three legs to the stage) so many dark hearts to choose you can focus to the phobias involved in forty hues whether you levitate or bend spoons tune into the brooders of the dark heart news breathin's a tug of war wet when I rust a ball plus twenty nine bust gum stuck cluster door slumped in the back burn bush by the son of george sweat terror feed cuz I don't bleed when I cut no more a system of gods from each of the brawling tribes so my bobble is a pot of claws clipped and collaged Pavlov's bad dogs [] bells I don't speak the language but my last laugh's hell [] your vertigo signals that flash and beat postin my head from myself to get back to me house full of dynamite, blast cap anatomy bags full of smelling salts mad as the magazine attack medic stretcher call cracked crazy header fall threat a break a mistake with the post picking every last fuckin piece of paint off the walls Okay, [mobile ... social] he will locate every exit in seconds to flee the wormhole when emergency diversions ring the celly or the doorbell Burnin it at both ends, friends let's commiserate Turning into something, to the sound that the triggers make Born at the badder side, I had this time still await Trainin' all my zeroes to perform like they're figure eights Whether you levitate or bend spoons (x4) Extra extra read all about it (x4) Hey, four corners set aglow [] fire On the very same day in the very same cold Each sent a man with a torch to the borderline [] Watch them collide and explode When I hear them [] up jumped the [] Funky wrench in my hand, raise it cut the islands off Homemade [] memories I ignore the private calls but ever since the 80s I did [] [] plague makin' out on the brigade so we could walk planks Then we'll climb a tree and wait Irony is waiting over piety and [] So when the ghostly ruminations [] kindly disobeyed I'm gonna live to be a thousand with the patience of a saint See the hoi polloi becoming restless in their tanks Can't hold howls and corrals with a key, so will the worms please drink on the count of three (three!) If I had a dollar for every time I couldn't sleep, I could buy a billion locks and finally read a book in peace [] with my president come off as a crook and thief and turn my heart so dark that it would bark when he looked for me sideways eye on a sinister boundary peddlin contemporaries killin me loudly 99 bottles of beer on the wall timorous [] run akin to the car on the lawn cinderblocks Whether you levitate or bend spoons (x4) Three legged dogs that chewin the wrong food Riff raff [] [] money money booze Dark heart news Extra extra read all about it (x8) (At the bottom of our news...)
