| We’re the boys jailed in a horse’s skull
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| We nailed our ears to a feral glittery drone
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| The only thing that makes our blood feel like blood
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| Is stealing cars and watching lightning bolts fuck
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| So don’t look away, every day’s the same
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| Every song’s the same in this sanitized exploding airplane
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| Well I got shot in the face, it’s all on videotape
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| So come on, watch the blood, it’s pouring commercial-free
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| Well I got shot in the face, it’s all on videotape
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| So come on, watch the blood, it’s pouring commercial-free
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| We’re the girls chewing styrofoam
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| Pulling our wigs under a monochrome glow
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| The only line that’s talking us into bed
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| Is the freeway’s static hiss drilling holes in our heads, so
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| So don’t look away from the clouds leaking rust
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| The kingdom of heaven reeks of burning witches and dust
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| Well I got shot in the face, it’s all on videotape
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| So come on, watch the blood, it’s pouring commercial-free
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| Well I got shot in the face, it’s all on videotape
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| So come on, watch the blood, it’s pouring commercial-free
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| Seven items dripped out the back of my head:
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| One big war and one color red;
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| One vulgar leg and one designer tree;
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| Two stallions and a pound of confetti
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| Oh, salvation!
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| Hollow lightning, so skeletal…
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| Shipwrecked freeways!
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| Concrete ribcage, so boring…
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| Oh, salvation!
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| Hollow lightning, so skeletal
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| Shipwrecked freeways!
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| Well I got shot in the face, it’s all on videotape
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| So come on, watch the blood, it’s pouring commercial-free
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| Well I got shot in the face, it’s all on videotape
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| So come on, watch the blood, it’s pouring commercial-free
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| We ride skeletal lightning, vacant as a womb that’s miscarried |