See the people dead in cars
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See their bodies bleed
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I know he's so dead and gone
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I think that is free
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His body is upon the wall
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His teeth are sharp and white
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We cut his eyes with razorblades
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And out of him comes foul white light
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In the eastern carpet store
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He is made of dreams
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Put his picture on the wall
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Just where the mirror gleams
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His body is upon the wall
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His teeth are sharp and white
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We cut his face with razorblades
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And out of him comes foul white light
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His power's all around his feet
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There's flowers in his heart
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If you take the needles out
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His body falls apart
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His body is upon the wall
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His teeth are sharp and white
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We cut his hands with razorblades
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And out of him comes foul white light
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Make a god of politics
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Make a god of police
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Worship it with automobiles
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Worship it with screams
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His body is upon the wall
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His teeth are sharp and white
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He cuts his feet with razorblades
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And out of him comes foul white light
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Make a god of useless drivel
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Sew it at the seams
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Float it down the river
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Where the sewage is the sea
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His body is upon the wall
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His teeth are sharp and white
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He cuts his teeth with razorblades
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And out of him came stupid light
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That's flowers
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Flowers
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| The Psychedelic Furs |
