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No guts, no blood
No brains at all
No guts, no blood
No brains at all
No guts, no blood
No brains at all
No guts, no blood
No brains at all
My spine is the bassline
And the top line could be broken glass
All amusing views of those better men
Dirty habits' hand on the purse's strings
Quiet fear of the passing time
Gently magnify the dividing line
All this history
Could be blown away on a breath of lust
Trajectory, synchronicity
How the choice is made with a fresh resolve
Jamming tight up to the barrier
Down a string of nerves so these feelings go
My spine is the bassline
And the top line is the distant past
All that history, all those books have gone
They've been blown away on a breath of lust
No guts, no blood
No brains at all
No guts, no blood
No brains at all
No guts, no blood
No brains at all
No guts, no blood
No brains at all
He can rip out the chassis and gearbox
Could replace it with the neck and the chest
He can feel it in the back of the ribcage
He can kick it 'til it gets in the sense
He's been thinking about dying in public
He's been tensing up his arms and his legs
He can have you home in a heap in a heartbeat
He'll go messing with the Civil Defense
There's no joy in the squander of resource
There's more passion in the pump of a plug
He can leave you at the club with the cashbox
He can push you at the pressure above
He can rip out the chassis and gearbox
Could replace it with the neck and the chest
He can feel it in the back of the ribcage
He can kick it 'til it gets in the sense
He's been thinking about dying in public
He's been tensing up his arms and his legs
He can have you home in a heap in a heartbeat
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