Her smiles flashed SOS in that dress of sea anemone skin.
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He pinned his heart to his tuxedo.
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It throbbed and hissed like a rabid jewel.
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From the back of the chapel cracked
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and crystal our gaze locked in temptation.
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A priest with a glass eye sang songs of Christian desperation,
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the flower girls were all sown up.
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They're hanging from the rafter,
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showering your matrimony like a guillotine's laughter.
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"Dearly beloved we are gathered here to witness,
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the sacred union of vibrancy and sickness...
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Do you take this man with the diamond skin tie?
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and when you are fucking him will you scream dollar signs?
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Let me introduce you to a new phrase...
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New York noose for a New York slave."
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Stained glass eyes wink through Mother Mary's navelscope...
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Whose pupils are watching?
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The priest's tongue slips out like a jackal,
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every eye in the audience spinning like a drill.
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The groom plucks a key from the rapture tree
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and opens her ribcage like a squealing armoire.
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Her lungs and liver screaming mercy mercy mercy,
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while they rearrange the wires in her heart.
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I now pronounce you smiling like a grave,
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I now pronounce you a New York slave.
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Now every dripping chest wound is getting little guilt feeling.
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What about your new life do you crave?
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He's your ticket to fame
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but you're his New York slave.
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New York Slave
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| The Blood Brothers |
