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whitehouse - dans lyrics

so picture a pet i could teach to dance
wouldn’t you want to see its moves?
must be strict as any coach about diet
but still kinda cute how it’s out-grown the costume
n’est ce f-cking pas?
and cute to see it do the broken gl-ss dance
whilst yobbos compare c-ck size
or lap at some monstrous f-cking minge

so picture we open that academy
of the most gifted and naturally flexible
scholarships for poor or recently orphaned
travel as we please
make money where we can
antic-p-te the whole troupe’s annual visit
to perform in our honour
as the finest prepare to one day replace us

so look in that mirror
let’s see if you’ve changed
do you see that?
do you know really you too often sneer?
you forget your words?
remember the heavy breath as you dance in the dark?
remember legs give way outside asda?
you see all that?
rapid calculating sidelong glances
discontent and hunger
forget that kid who was never had
it’s just plain f-cking indifference

so okay, pick a child, any child
to see one stumble
to see one painfully spastic movement
to see one crawl through a window
to see one blown back out
ripped tiny torso: nice new sandals
what ch-r-ography
skinny boy arms form the cross
heavy hand pulls down hard on unformed mini-muscle
what f-cking ch-r-ography

so picture a ballet at sadler’s wells
for 600 malnourished children below 10
dressing up in special costumes
carrying baseball bats studded with nails
like clubbing seals
wading across the stage
harvesting the crop
tying down or something like
nailing to the floor
picture how hot it gets under those lights
and now try in vain to say those f-cking lines

so remember creeping out the arab bookstore?
buying posters of child martyrs and suicide brigades
before going to the tate
before the bomb on the bus
now you’ve painted over your mirror
you’ve stopped replying to sms
stagefright or pills that make you shake?
go on, shake it
because one day i’ll have one
dressed up in ballet shoes
precious hair bound with bright pink pig gut
so just lick that p-ss from your f-cking lips
and just try to say your f-cking lines

- whitehouse lyrics

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