If the sea shakes like an empty maraca, yeah.
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and, I know, I know, I know, I know.
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And, she falls in love with the sounds of ships sinking?
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and, I know, I know, I know, I know.
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Which peacock is beast? Which peacock is priest?
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If the heavens part
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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 wanna know what those feathers are made out of
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is it bruises or roses or cradles or coffins.
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Oh, it's all those!
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Which peacock is beast? Which peacock is priest?
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Your friends are all cripple, all wither, all wilt
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and, I know, I know, I know, I know.
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And you smile at their pain, from your angel bone stilts.
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I know, I know, I know, I know.
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Which peacock is beast? Which peacock is priest?
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If the brick you throw
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puts a bullet in your skull
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police boot lands atop your gaping jaw.
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Hey, Peacock?
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Yeah, 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-knockin',
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who's cashing out your bad luck?
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Wedding bells sound like death knells, baby
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is a wealthy groom worth all it's gloom?
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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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And, 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?
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When your friend's 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?
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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 forest turns to static, and the black branches, too?
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and, I know, I know, I know, I know.
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Your body starts to fall into a concrete tutu?
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I know, I know, I know, I know.
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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;
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as they kick in your teeth?
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Hey, Peacock?
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Yeah, what's that?
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I just wanna know what that blood tasted like.
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Was it sugar or vinegar or Whiskey or Dirt? (It's all of those.)
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Which peacock is beast? Which peacock is priest?
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If machine guns go knock-knock-knocking',
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Who's crashing 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 his gloom?
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Tuxedos slither off corpses
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and capulate wild on the wedding cake,
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and the priest starts snapping photos,
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there's a peacock on his 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.
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The peacocks static harmonies.
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The peacock spreads it's crooked feather.
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(Static harmonies)(4x)
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So who do you love?
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Who do you trust?
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When your friends take a match to your front lawn.
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A panicked face that makes a peacock proud.
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So who do you love?
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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 that makes a peacock proud.
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Peacocks Skeleton With Crooked Feathers
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| The Blood Brothers |
