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Intravenously polite it was the walkie-talkies
That had knocked the pins down
As their shoes gripped the dirt floor
In the silhouette of dying

Dancing on the corpses ashes

Yeah, they had plans for him
They had spun the last of the pimps
Polyester, satin nailed jewelery lips
While the guillotine just laughed again

Dancing on the corpses ashes

And the paramedics fell into the wound
Like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant
An anesthetic penance beneath
The hail of the contraband

Dancing on the corpses ashes

On my way
Nails broke and fell
Into the
Wishing well, wishing well
Wishing well, wishing well
(x2)

They had defected and been excommunicated
And all the pulses were subverted
And they made sure that the obituaries
Showed pictures of smoke stacks

Dancing on the corpses ashes

A vivid dissection that mocked
The strut of vivisection
A semi-automatic colony
And a silencing that still walks the streets

Dancing on the corpses ashes

In the company of wolves
Was a stretcher made of
Cobblestone curfews
The federales perform
Their custodial customs quite well

Dancing on the corpses ashes

On my way
Nails broke and fell
Into the
Wishing well, wishing well
Wishing well, wishing well
(x4)

Intravenously polite it was the walkie-talkies
That had knocked the pins down
As their shoes lay dangling on dirt floor
In the silhouette of dying

Dancing on the corpses ashes

Yeah, they had plans for him
They had spun the last of the pimps
Polyester, satin nailed jewellery lips
While the guillotine just slapped again

Dancing on the corpses ashes

And the paramedics fell into the wound
Like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant
An anesthetic penance beneath
The hail of the contraband

Dancing on the corpses ashes

On my way
Nails broke and fell
Into the
Wishing well, wishing well
Wishing well, wishing well
(x4)
On my way

Callous heels
Numbed in travel
Endless maps made
By their scalpels, scalpels
(x2)
Intravenously polite it was the walkie-talkies   That had knocked the pins down   As their shoes gripped the dirt floor   In the silhouette of dying      Dancing on the corpses ashes      Yeah, they had plans for him   They had spun the last of the pimps   Polyester, satin nailed jewelery lips   While the guillotine just laughed again      Dancing on the corpses ashes      And the paramedics fell into the wound   Like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant   An anesthetic penance beneath   The hail of the contraband      Dancing on the corpses ashes      On my way   Nails broke and fell   Into the   Wishing well, wishing well   Wishing well, wishing well   (x2)      They had defected and been excommunicated   And all the pulses were subverted   And they made sure that the obituaries   Showed pictures of smoke stacks      Dancing on the corpses ashes      A vivid dissection that mocked   The strut of vivisection   A semi-automatic colony   And a silencing that still walks the streets      Dancing on the corpses ashes      In the company of wolves   Was a stretcher made of   Cobblestone curfews   The federales perform   Their custodial customs quite well      Dancing on the corpses ashes      On my way   Nails broke and fell   Into the   Wishing well, wishing well   Wishing well, wishing well   (x4)      Intravenously polite it was the walkie-talkies   That had knocked the pins down   As their shoes lay dangling on dirt floor   In the silhouette of dying      Dancing on the corpses ashes      Yeah, they had plans for him   They had spun the last of the pimps   Polyester, satin nailed jewellery lips   While the guillotine just slapped again      Dancing on the corpses ashes      And the paramedics fell into the wound   Like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant   An anesthetic penance beneath   The hail of the contraband      Dancing on the corpses ashes      On my way   Nails broke and fell   Into the   Wishing well, wishing well   Wishing well, wishing well   (x4)   On my way      Callous heels   Numbed in travel   Endless maps made   By their scalpels, scalpels   (x2)
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