Lyrics

Leave your body to the science of crying The science of dying The science of riot, yeah Escape your clothes in inferior discos Interior discos Bacteria discos, no Fear will arm me A terrible army A terrible army A terrible army, yeah Make your own luck Export it to Oslo Send it to Oslo We'll sell it to Oslo, yeah Solid gold pennies to toilet tokens You said you were broken You said you were broken Solid gold pennies to toilet tokens You said you were broken You said you were broken And I'm not in the mood to Lose another one Bleeding handshakes With Abraham Lincoln Abraham Lincoln Abraham Lincoln Carlton Palmer Or Brian De Palma The worst of all dramas The worst of all managers You've reached the help desk Now keep it together Or keep it forever You're the wizard of weather Driving lakeside And covered in vomit A stereo horror Hysterical Dutch touch clutch A noble hat trick of family values Keep them like horseshoes You'll never know when You're gonna Lose Your head and bleed like the osprey Just say that you'll stay Don't go back to Norway Life is just a quest to get rid of spare change A change, you'll change your mind And I'm not in the mood to lose another one
Writer(s): R N Taylor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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