| Kiss the grass, slay a hag
|
| Feel the? |
| ? |
| freedom fag
|
| Get up early, do your chores
|
| Chase the murder with the rancid pores
|
| The haunted beast with faces flayed
|
| Silver children make a fuss
|
| ?? |
| ? |
| with molten puss
|
| ?? |
| ? |
| crack their? |
| ??
|
| With?? |
| ? |
| wings on ten-cent breath
|
| Revolution? |
| ?? |
| fist
|
| ?? |
| ? |
| angel piss
|
| Flower-powered wussy songs
|
| Solid darkness goddess show
|
| Breathing heirlooms thru the hour
|
| From the cradle lost their power
|
| Drinking up delicious ghost
|
| They eat themselves from coast-to-coast
|
| Dancing in their bandages
|
| The victims grow leaving messages
|
| ?? |
| ? |
| cocaine blast,
|
| Earthly mothers with flattened chests
|
| Slurpy gardens, mystic hours
|
| Fried vibrations over-power
|
| ?? |
| ?? |
| of their hair
|
| ?? |
| ?? |
| and underwear
|
| Crazy wires fuse their brains
|
| Drinking water sugar cane
|
| Playing drums and broken? |
| ??
|
| ?? |
| ? |
| gods and iron boots
|
| Soaring wicked love control
|
| Circus storm and demon skull
|
| Entering the solar? |
| ??
|
| ?? |
| ?, crystal clear
|
| Thrashing in the astral glow
|
| Flashing in their fleshly show
|
| Drinking up delicious ghost
|
| They eat themselves from coast-to-coast
|
| Dancing in their bandages
|
| The victims grow leaving messages
|
| (this looks like a job for the mystery lyric expert!--deborah) |