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My heart is a black haunted loom
Weaving jackets for children who’ll never be born
My hands are abandoned factories 
Manufacturing heartbreak and hate for the world
As we waltz the broken dance of our limbs 
This ballroom has been groped by so many evil whims
As I drill the last hole into you
The well of your body has hardened into glue

Everything is going to be just awful when we’re around
All the colors gonna rot off your sight when we’re around

I remember the day that I sold my smile 
To that nice couple who lost their first child
I threw in a set of sympathy
And a bucket of popcorn for the cemetery
But now my face is all fenced off
The sky is boarded up, the hills covered in drop cloth

How many chords ‘til this song vomits out real love? 
How many feathers to pluck naked the soiled dove? 
How many whores ‘til you send away for that trophy? 
And how many punches ‘til you give yourself away for free?

Because those bruises on your face 
Look like the sun setting in disgrace
(From these cliffs, you can see the whole city 
Laid out groveling like a field of wounded soldiers
The billboards in heat and hissing
The sky scrapers stitching the gash of the earth
As they waltz the broken dance of their limbs 
Their ballroom has been groped by so many evil whims)

Everything is going to be just awful when we’re around
All the colors gonna rot off your sight when we’re around

I am just a salesman, pleased to meet you, can I show you around? 
Everything must go the shadows, the seagulls when we’re around
This is our shame

bigboobworld:

hot party girl

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amandafuckingpalmer:

LOOK, IT’S A KEYTAR!!!! (photo by andrius lipsys)

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gh0sstt:

Any volunteers to have me do this to them? 

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