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the fatima mansions – farewell oratorio/the white knuckle express كلمات اغاني

ciao, ceausescu
ciao, ceausescu

this truck stop: rancid gravy
a man with no hands waving
and the dog ’round my leg bumps and grinds
it rains for miles out there
on mud and tar and still air
and the fungus_lined gap between stinking towns

pork_eyes got him a brand new hand
he’s gonna grasp you
he won’t ask you
and he’ll tell you it’s all your fault

chorus:
the cup runneth over, your jaws to bless
on the white_knuckle express

she is [grace?] naked, i cannot see her face
she slides across me
i am wearing a collar and a tie

we’re tuneful, cute and giving
see, that’s how wе make our living
in a hall full of corpses, we’d smilе and bounce on
some say it’s aimless bullsh_t
but they come from big houses and budgets
and, although i don’t look it, i’m getting really f_cking old
pork_eyes, in the presence of a sweet young girl:
he’s gonna spill you, it better thrill you
or he’ll tear this place apart
pork_eyes! we’re going up! feet_first, feet_first!
and the legend on that girl’s thigh reads “love = hurt = hate”__chorus

pork_eyes, he will stroke your long hair tenderly in all the waterfront bars
where the wine and hollow talk_of_men will m_ffle things that really, really are
and you’ll go back to your room with him on your healthy sandalled feet
to come out minutes later, bleeding, torn above, torn underneath…

- the fatima mansions

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