And there's a fire on
The Junk island where
They send their garbage.
Is anybody listening?
After work we'll watch
The seagulls diving in
And out of the lashing towers of flame.
I...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Blood Brothers
I spent seventeen nights in the city,
Watching the horizon beckon for a buck knife
To bludgeon it's belly, to end the pregnancy.
I've spent seventeen nights in the city,
Watching t...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Blood Brothers
Neon black tanks grope the skyline.
Neon black cocks rot into poison wine.
Neon black flowers on the mass grave.
Neon black corpses, stacked, eclipse the horizon.
Neon black whip, ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Blood Brothers
(fake fake flowers) (fake funeral)
This room is a fluorescent tomb:
It's brazen bulbs mimic death's hyena croon.
He pulls on her wires, she jerks to attention,
She's animated again...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Blood Brothers
She shacked up with the wrong surgeon.
Doctor! Doctor!
Yeah, what have you done?
She slept beneath a blanket of scalpels,
And woke up with skin, skin like fingernails.
What pleas...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Blood Brothers
These hot machine years burning time across your face
See the smoke stacks rising up like fuck you towers?
My girlfriend sang like a hummingbird today
Until that cough stole her vo...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Blood Brothers
Verse 1:
Ring out the gong again!
Carve out this hymn in skin!
When the party blacks out again
You're still eating headlines out of the newspaper bin.
Slap the gong again!
Carve ou...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Blood Brothers
The giant swan's got ghosts in his wings.
His guts are stuffed with polaroids, and they're all humiliating.
And when the wine's drunk and the wild cabaret has sung it's last voice,...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Blood Brothers
Bullhorn:
"Save the falsetto valentines for the black ice cube toast, for the filth roast."
Classified:
You know she looks so clinique,
But when you think she's asleep,
We're watc...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Blood Brothers
Those decadent war swans, with faces half drawn,
Slinging blood soaked carols at the slave ship sun.
Huge gold ak-47!
Huge gold ak-47!
C'mon, it's 4am kick down the gate and spray ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Blood Brothers