You can't dig what you don't understand, boy
Sometimes it's the only way
Well, the misery's so fucking exciting
Well, the fashion of it's all the fucking rage
These are hammers on strings making notes, babe
With blood and the frog in my throat
These are the binders covered in bad poetry
Not knowing what it's really about
Oh where, oh where, oh where, oh where, oh where, oh where, oh where
Did you get that stupid shit-eating grin that you wear?
And what, or who got you through the door?
You're a piece of meat on the killing floor
These are closed and velvet ropes
And a curtain, sipping Cokes
To be certain, it's so slow
That it's hurting, don't you know
These are closed and velvet ropes
And a curtain, sipping Cokes
To be certain, it's so slow
That it's hurting, don't you know
These are closed and velvet ropes
And a curtain, sipping Cokes
To be certain, it's so slow
That it's hurting, don't you know
These are closed and velvet ropes
And a curtain, sipping Cokes
To be certain, it's so slow
That it's hurting, don't you know
Take your chances in the killing fields
With all the snakes and dogs
And dance 'till you bleed and bone touches steel
And all your hope is gone
So take your chances in the killing fields
With all the snakes and dogs
And dance 'till you bleed and bone touches steel
And all your hope is gone
And all your hope is gone
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