I'm pretty sick of that dolphin smile

Coney Island is a film between the guard rails

Angels spread in the sky like ink in water

Upper level and feeling fine with the end of time

Do you piss on my jellyfish sting?

I think you do just about everything

Come be a member of my family

Our future flashing in the sheets of lightning

Living in fear, a thunder no one else can hear

Sorry, you don't know these people

So what good this means to you?

Their history, well, this won't make a difference

There's radiation living for a million years

The channel in your jack-o-lantern

The one makes you walk and talk and smoke and sing

You're primping in the mirror naked

My reflection in the diamond in your back's made

Hole in my chest, the queasy rising emptiness

I'm sorry, you don't know these people

So what good this means to you?

Their history, well, this won't make a difference

There's radiation living for a million years

Getting laid in the black sand

Nothing left to confess

You have seen all of my ugliness

Sorry, you don't know these people

So what good this means to you?

Their history, well, this won't make a difference

There's radiation living for a million years

Sorry, you don't even know these people

Their history, well, this won't make a difference

There's radiation living for a million years

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