They hit you with their papers when you're living On loan. they're the ones who say nothing when you Answer the phone. you see them in the alleys when You're passing late at night, but you tell your friend To check it and there's no one in sight. I never wanted it I never asked for it I surely didn't sleep with them If the phone rings, don't answer it
Death is their only way to survive The neck of anubis strangled by wire
They hold their eyes in their fist One is fire . . . one is ice They roll them across the bed like some loaded dice
7 come 11 but I could not stay I kissed her eyes on the sheets I took a bus to yesterday
Their flesh is a cemetery, centuries old . . . You are free as a lap dog Just do what you're told
They wear spandex and gloves And feed on fetus flesh They're the fashion rage Of the empirical age
But I never wanted them Never asked for them Didn't sleep with them Please don't answer it
Death is their only way to get high The neck of anubis strangled by wire
They say, I'll live for your sins If you will die for mine . . .
I'll summon the darkness If you buy the wine
They're all underage Yet they're a thousand years old
They make you feel so clever while you're being sold
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