mr. electric we are dying to dine in your house of mirrors...
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mr. electric, open your beak we want in, the city under
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your skin's dull glistening. when your skyscraper's husk
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peel off like coconut crust
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(we drink deep from the barbiturate brew)
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when your rape trumpet's tune softens like the womb
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(we drink deep from the barbiturate brew).
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when your smiles broken shards scrape the film from our hearts...
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you stuffed our mouths with blasphemy!
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you wrapped our bones in circuitry!
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wandering your streets like damp
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newspaper tumbling turning in the wind.
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and the concrete in your sky parts like pink lid eye,
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watch the fun squeal through it's death leather veil.
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we are dying to dine
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when your garden of mirror vomits from the ground.
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to see our wombs impregnated with fun powder and lead,
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shot from your siamese love.
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we know you're watching
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we know you're watching
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we know you're watching mr. electric ocean.
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Mr. Electric Ocean
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| The Blood Brothers |
