Giant Swan's got
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ghosts in his wings,
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his guts are stuffed with polaroids,
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and they're all
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humiliatin'.
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And when the wine's drunk and the wild cabaret
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has sung it's last voice,
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and you're sitting all alone in the 4AM darkness
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of a pitch-black theater,
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he explodes like fireworks
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on the stage
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with gold smoke.
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Sing,
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your voice
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just wont stop blooming.
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He wrote a play
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and you're the protagonist.
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All the girls you wish you'd fucked
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make a
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guest appearance.
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And oh, you just won't believe the ending.
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So fly me home, Giant Swan!
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The Giant Swan's got a pixelated
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beak.
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His eyes are twin
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mushroom clouds,
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his feathers are
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unsuspecting cities,
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and his breasts are hollow apartments
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with the finest quality furnishings,
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and you can watch tv until you die there,
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skin draped over luxury chairs.
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Sing,
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your voice just
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won't stop blooming.
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Your heart's a diamond, buddy, what's the price?
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Your heart's a diamond, what's the fucking price?
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Your skin
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is cheap
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and your hair
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is shoddy.
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So sit
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and watch the ballerinas kick and spin.
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Then
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strip
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down to your vulgar skeleton.
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You'd better
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take
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one more drink of Captain Morgan's rum.
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Oh, it's gonna
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sting
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like a raw sunrise when the black swan's gone.
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Back
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at the resort,
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the curtains closed,
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you haven't left the room for two solid
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(weeks) With a pound
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of cocaine
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under the bed
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where the call girls perform their services.
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And you left
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CNN on
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so you don't think about her newborn son,
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who came to this world from the crotch you're renting out.
|
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"Who's at the door? What the fuck?!
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Who's at the door? what the fuck?!
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Who's at the door? what the fuck!?"
|
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Your heart is sweating and your hand's turnin' black,
|
your shadow breaks in wearing a ski mask.
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Is that a machete at your throat?
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"Give me all your money! Give me all your dope!"
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And the sun's like a painting of your whole life,
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you scratch at the canvas, but you can't get inside.
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And the sun's like a painting of your whole life,
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you scratch at the canvas, but you can't get inside.
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Your family's
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gurgling grief.
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You think you're
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just asleep.
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Is that the curtain closing?
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Giant Swan, take me to the river.
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Is that my flesh corroding?
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Giant Swan, take me to the river.
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All the things you
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wished you'd said
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are buried with your
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X'd out head.
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All your ulterior motives...
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Giant Swan, take me to the river.
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Giant Swan, take me to the river.
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Giant Swan, take me to the river...
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Giant Swan
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| The Blood Brothers |
