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this or the apocalypse - invalid litter dept. lyrics

[verse 1]
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
polyester, 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 barehandеd plant
an anesthetic penancе beneath
the hail of contraband
dancing on the corpses’ ashes
[chorus]
on my way, nails broke and fell
into the wishing well, wishing well, wishing well
on my way, nails broke and fell
into the wishing well, wishing well, wishing well

[verse 2]
they had defected and been excommunicated
and all the pulses were subverted
and they made sure that the obituaries
showed pictures of smoke stacks
dancing on the corpses’ ashes
a vivid dissection that mocked
the strut of vivisection
a semiautomatic colony
and a silencing that still walks the streets
dancing on the corpses’ ashes
in the company of wolves
was a stretcher made of
cobblestone curfews
the federales performed
their custodial customs quite well
dancing on the corpses’ ashes

[chorus]
on my way, nails broke and fell
into the wishing well, wishing well, wishing well
on my way, nails broke and fell
into the wishing well, wishing well, wishing well
on my way, nails broke and fell
into the wishing well, wishing well, wishing well
on my way, nails broke and fell
into the wishing well, wishing well, wishing well
[verse 3]
intravenously polite it was the walkie+talkies
that had knocked the pins down
as their shoes laid 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
polyester, satin nailed jewelry lips
while the guillotine just laughed again
dancing on the corpses’ ashes
and the paramedics have 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

- this or the apocalypse lyrics

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