The Moche Skeleton Dance
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Limb separation; bone isolation.
Nothing to do but to decapitate these words.
Oh yeah.
Abrasive allergic; inhaling detergent.
Eating the last of the words that were urgent.
Oh yeah, oh yeah.
It would eat the rain to remember his name.
And sugar cane, how it used to taste.
That gun, that love, that killers wrote.
That night, that light turned blue in the dark.
(Dirty dirty waterfalls.)
We had that song of a murders wrote;
That gun, that love, that killers wrote.
Babies in blenders and insect intestines.
Nothing to eat but stained glass in heaven.
Oh yeah, oh yeah.
Nodding its head to the dancing dead.
You'd be so surprised what the skeleton said;
He said oh yeah, oh yeah!
It would eat the rain to remember his name.
And sugar cane, how it used to taste.
That gun, that love, that killers wrote.
That night, that light turned blue in the dark.
(Dirty dirty waterfalls.)
We had that song of a murders wrote;
That gun, that love, that killers wrote.
Yeah!
This is scream of a spider web dream.
Destined to fail and biting his nails.
Drown out the sound of collapsing ground .
Build off a moon, a funny one too.
I got it (yeah)
Singing it (yeah)
A book that we had, (yeah)
Turned off again, (yeah)
Whatever (yeah)
There's nothing to see, (yeah)
Words so routine, (oh yeah)
Darts to the sea (oh yeah)
That gun, that love, that killers wrote.
That night, that light turned blue in the dark.
(Dirty dirty waterfalls.)
We had that song of a murders wrote;
That gun, that love, that killers wrote.
Yeah!
This is scream of a spider web dream.
Destined to fail and biting his nails.
Drown out the sound of collapsing ground .
Build off a moon, a funny one too.
I got it (yeah)
Singing it (yeah)
A book that we had, (yeah)
Turned off again, (yeah)
Whatever (yeah)
There's nothing to see, (yeah)
Words so routine, (oh yeah)
Darts to the sea (oh yeah)
(Are you ready to rock. Un huh.)
Blood and cake,
Blood and cake make Saturdays.
Make their way to my back room.
Filled with mud that blood looked so sad.
That blood. looked so sad
It looked really sad.
Very very sad.
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