Here comes the man with concussions in his pocket.
|
Here comes the man with a laser-guided rocket.
|
Here comes the man with a fistful of pills
|
so you can kill with no remorse, with no recourse,
|
dance on your conscience until it's a corpse.
|
|
War never ends.
|
War never begins.
|
Hoist up the hag of destitution!
|
|
His mouth's an empty room where wild woes wander.
|
Young machetes in lingerie charm us all into a frenzy.
|
His mouth's an empty hole full of quadriplegics.
|
|
Here comes the man...
|
|
So you charge into battle, muscles rippling, tanks tingling.
|
Before you fire a shot a white flash feels up your flesh
|
and cloaks you in a robe of blood, maydays you in a ship of mud.
|
|
War never ends.
|
War never begins.
|
Hoist up the hag of destitution!
|
|
His mouth's an empty room where wild woes sleep now.
|
Young machetes in lingerie charm us all into a frenzy.
|
His mouth's an empty hole full of quadriplegics.
|
|
They left you for dead in the desert haunted
|
with the ghosts of prostitutes.
|
They want you!
|
They want you!
|
|
Dress my corpse up in a low-cut dress,
|
Drizzle lipstick on my charred french kiss,
|
Dip my severed jaw in cheap cologne,
|
Push-up bras dangling from snapped elbows.
|
But death's just death no matter how you dress it up.
|
But death's just death no matter how you dress it up.
|
But death's just death no matter how you dress it up.
|
|
-----------------
|
Lift The Veil, Kiss The Tank
|
The Blood Brothers |