| They hit you with their papers when you’re living
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| on loan. |
| They’re the ones who say nothing when you
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| answer the phone. |
| You see them in the alleys when
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| you’re passing late at night, but you tell your friend
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| to check it and there’s no one in sight.
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| I never wanted it I never asked for it I surely didn’t sleep with them
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| If the phone rings, don’t answer it Death is their only way to survive
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| The neck of Anubis strangled by wire
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| They hold their eyes in their fist
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| One is fire. |
| .. one is ice
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| They roll them across the bed like some loaded dice
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| 7 come 11 but I could not stay
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| I kissed her eyes on the sheets
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| I took a bus to yesterday
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| Their flesh is a cemetery, centuries old. |
| ..
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| You are free as a lap dog
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| Just do what you’re told
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| They wear spandex and gloves
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| And feed on fetus flesh
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| They’re the fashion rage
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| Of the empirical age
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| But I never wanted them
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| Never asked for them
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| Didn’t sleep with them
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| Please don’t answer it Death is their only way to get high
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| The neck of Anubis strangled by wire
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| They say, «I'll live for your sins
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| If you will die for mine. |
| . |
| .»
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| I’ll summon the darkness
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| If you buy the wine
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| They’re all underage
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| Yet they’re a thousand years old
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| They make you feel so clever while you’re being sold |