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Pink Tarantulas

アーティスト:The Blood Brothers  アルバム:Ambulance Vs. Ambulance  作詞:BLILIE JORDAN/GAJADHAR MARK/HENDERSON MORGAN  作曲:BLILIE JORDAN/GAJADHAR MARK/HENDERSON MORGAN 

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We are the cock-eyed children left to babble in tarantula glue. We are the shock-eyed children left to suckle straw in the soap opera zoo. We are the engines pumping out children strangled by static from the noisy sun. So won't you tell us what's brewing in your trenches? Let us see what you've got hidden under the web. Come on, come on, what's listening in those stretch marks? Tell us, tell us, taxman, what you meant when you said... Sleep, eat, own, fuck, Abandoned like a bombed out conversation. Phone, TV, sweets, suck, I pledge allegiance to the small talk nation. Wrapped, packed, soiled, stacked, Gaping like a cracked open piñata Counted, measured, copied, faxed, Pink tarantula teeth in our pina coladas. What's cooking in your stain? (come on taxman) The sleepy clang of cash register fangs What's cooking our sun? (come on taxman) The addictive hum of bubble gum slums Come on taxman! This withered milk tree that you call love collapses like an empty glove.. Feed it! (yeah ) Suck it! (yeah) Own it! (yeah) Fuck it! (yeah) And we know that sewing on another asshole wont make us shit more, but who can resist a two-for-one at the pink tarantula store?


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