the falcon – huffing the proverbial line off the proverbial dong -or- blood & the frog lyrics
you can’t dig what you don’t understand, boy
sometimes it’s the only way
well, the misery’s so f-cking exciting
well, the fashion of it all’s the f-cking rage.
these are hammers on strings making notes, babe
with blood and the frog in my throat
these are binders covered in bad poetry
now knowing what it’s really all about.
oh where, oh where, oh where…
did you get that stupid sh-t-eating grin that you wear?
and what, or who got you through the door?
you’re a piece of meat on the killing floor.
these are closed and velvet ropes
and a curtain-sipping c-kes
to be certain, it’s so slow
that it’s hurting, don’t you know?
take your chances in the killing fields
with all the snakes and dogs
and dance ’til you bleed and bone touches steel
and all your hope is gone.
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