| Don’t cry, darling, it’s blood all right
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| Face so blue and hands so white
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| She looked just like a Union Jack
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| When you cut the skin upon her back
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| Silicon carne is in my heart
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| See me walking in the park
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| Silicon carne is my delight
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| Stick it together with Araldite
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| Don’t pray, honey, it’s just a phase
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| And, you know, God works in mysterious ways
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| She looked just like a circus clown
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| When you flicked your wrist up and down
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| Silicon carne is in my feet
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| See me walking in the street
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| Silicon carne is my dear plastic
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| Tie it together with elastic
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| All I want, all I see, you
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| Don’t scream baby, it’s just a coma
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| You go to heaven, I go to Roma
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| She looked just like an Apollo mission
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| When they used her body for nuclear fission
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| Silicon carne is in my heart
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| See me walking in the park
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| Silicon carne is in my head
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| See me sticking to the bed
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| Don’t cry, darling, it’s just anaesthesia
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| Three years at college makes dissection so much easier
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| She looked just like an old Mae West
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| When you cut the flesh inside her chest
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| Silicon carne is in my feet
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| See me walking in the street
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| Silicon carne and Steradent
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| Oh, it’s so hard to be President
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| All I want, all I see, you |