| Science of a triple heart bypass
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| Cold sterile pebble in a little dark mineshaft beating
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| Keyhole surgery
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| Tests reveal a heap of dead canaries and the mustard gas leaking internally
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| Hacksaw, scalpel, suction
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| Watch a pulsating lump of muscle malfunction
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| And chew through the chest hitch hiking out of London
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| Numb thumbs on spaghetti junction
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| Ready when I pull up, set up a canteen for cannibals
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| A soup kitchen run by a pack of deformed animals
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| As puréed faces in shot glasses slip into gullets and some sluggish reality
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| seems magical
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| Tube fed the passion, glass heart suspended in slick silver talons, so quick
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| Fill the chasm with these brain-dead slugs
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| Take less drugs
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| Cold hands slipping into latex gloves
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| He can give you everything
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| Not just anything, your heart and soul lost everything
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| Your heart and soul like anything
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| Can give everything, not just anything
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| With him you can not trust, he don’t love
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| You were just another underfed prawn
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| With some mummified remains in the oven kept warm
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| Reignite the feeling with a jug of sweat poured onto dry skin
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| Skewered by a double edged sword
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| Rubbernecking at another wreck drawn by the purge as the blood escapes
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| Cut the brakes
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| Hit and run burn rubber stop switch number plates
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| Blind drunk speeding to the border trying to jump the gates
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| Ice box chock full of shrink wrapped organs
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| Shop soiled goods out of all four corners
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| And basically it seems we’re benign
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| A tumour in remission in a state of decline
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| Cable tied to the table eyes vacant
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| Awake with a circular scar on the pavement
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| Dust covered boxes in a pitch black stock room
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| It seems we’ve exhausted every option
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| Now get out
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| Bring yesterday (yesterday)
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| It feels so far away (far away)
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| Bring yesterday (yesterday)
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| I think it’s
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| As he whispered in my ear
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| Dive in the chest take (everything)
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| Fill the cold cavity with (anything)
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| Look deep in her eyes find (everything)
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| And spill it all on the floor like it’s (anything) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Everything, artist - Jam Baxter. Album song ...So We Ate Them Whole, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп