Those Wolf Mechanics.
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Those Wolf Mechanics.
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Today you beat the fortune teller
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to death with your bare hands.
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Was it his smirk.. Laugh..
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Or the ostrich feather taped to his purple hat?
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He read the lines on your palm.
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Chanting a creole song.
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"It is soon you will die,
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and angels don't take bribes."
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Don't linger on the sight...
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you smashed until your hands stop...
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Just run back to the alley.
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Tell jokes to the bricks and rats.
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Because one man's murder scene,
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is another champagne party.
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One man's splintered spine,
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is a soldier's war decoration.
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Those wolf mechanics!
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Flare up again.
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As you make your way back to the financial district.
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The subway is a numb field.
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And every dazed boy and girl makes you lick your lips.
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And the girl with the accordion, chewing grass like a lamb.
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She hands you the juicy eye
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and then she laughs at your pathetic tie.
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Don't linger. On the grin you gouged in her throat.
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Just take the subway home.
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But the wife and kids twinkle like stuffed dogs.
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And you're like. The stormy ocean now,
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collecting death like driftwood.
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Those wolf mechanics banging.
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Those wolf mechanics crashing. [x2]
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But one man's suicide
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Is a credit company's bride.
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One man's poisoned mind
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Is a pharmaceutical gold mine.
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You bring your kill
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from the savannah. And bake it in the sun.
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But the heat wraps it's flesh.
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And you see the face of God in the tarry mess.
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Those wolf mechanics banging.
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Those wolf mechanics crashing.
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Wolf Party
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| The Blood Brothers |
