If the sea shakes like an empty maraca
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I know <i>[x4]
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and she falls in love with the sounds of ships sinking?
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I know <i>[x4]
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Which peacock is beast? Which peacock is priest?
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If the heavens part and nobody, nowhere, nothing,
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every apartment is vacant, every home for rent?
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Hey Peacock?
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What's that?
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I just want to know what your feathers are made out of.
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Is it bruises or roses or cradles or coffins? (It's all those!)
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Which peacock is beast? Which peacock is priest?
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If your friends are all cripple, all wither, all wilt,
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I know <i>[x4]
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and you smile at their pain on your angel bone stilts.
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I know <i>[x4]
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Which peacock is beast? Which peacock is priest?
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If the brick you throw puts a bullet in your skull
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and a police boot lands atop your gaping jaw?
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Hey Peacock?
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What's that?
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I just wanna know what the babies mouth is full of.
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Is it flies or cries or straw?
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Which peacock is beast? Which peacock is priest?
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Which peacock's police? Which peacock is thief?
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If machine guns come knock, knock, knocking
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Who's cashing out your bad luck?
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If wedding bells sound like death knells baby
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is a wealthy groom worth all this gloom?
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If tuxedos slither off corpses
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and copulate wild on wedding cake
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and the priest starts snapping photos?
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There's a peacock on your shoulder
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pole dancing around your neck
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while reciting the Book of Revelation.
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So who do you love?
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Who do you trust when your friends take a match to your front lawn?
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A panicked face makes the peacock proud.
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So who do you love? Who do you trust?
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Who do you kill when your senator drags out your first born?
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A panicked face makes the peacock proud.
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If the forests turn to static and the gnarled branches, too?
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I know <i>[x4]
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Your body starts to fall into a concrete tutu?
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I know <i>[x4]
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which peacock is beast? which peacock is priest?
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If you strike for better wages at the cola factory
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and they drink champagne as they kick in your teeth?
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Hey Peacock?
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What's that?
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I just wanna know what his blood tasted like.
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Was it like sugar or vinegar or whiskey or dirt? (It's all those!)
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Which peacock is beast? Which peacock is priest?
|
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If machine guns come knock, knock, knocking
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Who's cashing out your bad luck?
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If wedding bells sound like death knells baby
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is a wealthy groom worth all this gloom?
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If tuxedos slither off corpses
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and copulate wild on wedding cake
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and the priest starts snapping photos?
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There's a peacock on your shoulder
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pole dancing around your neck
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while reciting the Book of Revelation.
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Things are never what they seem, the peacock's static melodies.
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The peacock spreads its crooked feathers. <i>[x4]
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So who do you love?
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Who do you trust when your friends take a match to your front lawn?
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A panicked face makes the peacock proud.
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So who do you love? Who do you trust?
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Who do you kill when your senator drags out your first born?
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A panicked face makes the peacock proud.
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Peacock Skeleton With Crooked Feathers
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| The Blood Brothers |
