Download mp3 - Pink tarantulas : Blood Brothers
We are the
cockeyed children left to babble in tarantula glue. We are the crosseyed
children left to suckle straw in the soap opera zoo. We are the engines pumping
out infants scrambled by static from the noisy sun. Sleep, eat, own, fuck,Abandoned
like a bombed out conversation. Phone, TV, sweets,suck, I pledge alliegance to
the small talk nation. wrapped, packed, soiled, stacked Gaping like a cracked
open pinata...counted, measured, copied, faxed, pink tarantula teeth in our
pina colada’s. Whats brewing in your trenches pink tarantula taxman? What’s
listening in those stretch marks below our web taxman? What cooking in your
stain? The sleepy clang of cash register fangs? Whats cooking in our sun? The
addictive hum of bubble gum slums? This withered milk tree you call love
collapses like an empty glove..Feed it! Suck it! Own it! Fuck it! We know that
sewing on another asshole wont make us shit more but who can resist two for one
and the pink tarantula store? When you wake up in the morning the rising sun
shines through a frosted viel. Well always lay together dreaming of other
people beneath the poison hail. You look so disgusting all pink and puckered
covered with tarantula hair. You look so disgusting I feel the sight rotting
off my prowling stare. We know tv fed us our first footsteps, but the ketamine’s
gonna teach us just how to crawl is gonna teach us when to bawl. We are the
shock eyed children misled to yellow in tarantula webs. We are the gawk eyed
children left for dead chained to rot in designer fuck beds
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