Intravenously polite, it was the walkie-talkies That had knocked the pins down As their shoes gripped the dirt floor In the silhouette of dying
Dancing on the corpses ashes
Yeah, they had plans for him They has spun the last of the pimps Corduroy, satin nailed, jewelry lips While the guillotine just laughed again
Dancing on the corpses ashes
And the paramedics fell into the wound Like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant An anesthetic penance beneath the hail of contraband
Dancing on the corpses ashes
On my way nails broke and fell into the Wishing well, wishing well, wishing well, wishing well On my way nails broke and fell into the Wishing well, wishing well, wishing well, wishing well
They had defected and been excommunicated And all the pulses were subverted And they made sure the obituaries Showed pictures of smoke stacks
Dancing on the corpses ashes
A vivid dissection that mocked A semi-automatic colonies And a silencing that still walks the streets
Dancing on the corpses ashes
Was a stretcher made of cobblestone curfews Their custodial customs quite well
Dancing on the corpses ashes
On my way nails broke and fell into the Wishing well, wishing well, wishing well, wishing well On my way nails broke and fell into the Wishing well, wishing well, wishing well, wishing well
On my way nails broke and fell into the Wishing well, wishing well, wishing well, wishing well On my way nails broke and fell into the Wishing well, wishing well, wishing well, wishing well
Intravenously polite, it was the walkie-talkies That had knocked the pins down As their shoes lay dangling on the dirt floor In the silhouette of dying
Dancing on the corpses ashes
Yeah, they had plans for him They has spun the last of the pimps Corduroy, satin nailed jewelry lips While the guillotine just laughed again
Dancing on the corpses ashes
And the paramedics had fallen into the wound Like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant An anesthetic penance beneath the hail of contraband
Dancing on the corpses ashes
On my way nails broke and fell into the Wishing well, wishing well, wishing well, wishing well On my way nails broke and fell into the Wishing well, wishing well, wishing well, wishing well
On my way nails broke and fell into the Wishing well, wishing well, wishing well, wishing well
Dancing on the corpses ashes Dancing on the corpses ashes
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