Album : In Casino Out
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pet sounds filling pet peeve voids
black and white t.v. with the sound turned down
is this mono or stereo?

lending aneurysm
satisfaction in the fruitless gaze of your mona lisa's lazy smile
trick ourselves in portable stanzas
black, russian throated on this guillotine cancer
how steep we are
but there's just no telling
just no telling

savion is under heel
clicking morse code through movie stills again

the sky had blackened with carrion birds
pinstriped suits and cigarettes tapped danced
through the tepid buurlesque
their mouths were parched with excess thirst
bridge and chorus candy curse
still they sang through the strepthroat verse

pet sounds filling pet peeve voids
black and white t.v. with the sound turned down
is this mono or stereo?

if i had a dollar for every plot that you made
in this bed of nails we made
trick ourselves in portable stanzas
black, russian throated on this quillotine cancer
how steep we are
but there's just no telling
just no telling

pet sounds filling pet peeve voids
black and white t.v. with the sound turned down
like breathing blood through the lungs of a czar's child.......

savion is under heel
clicking morse code through movie stills again
pet sounds filling pet peeve voids   black and white t.v. with the sound turned down   is this mono or stereo?      lending aneurysm   satisfaction in the fruitless gaze of your mona lisa's lazy smile   trick ourselves in portable stanzas   black, russian throated on this guillotine cancer   how steep we are   but there's just no telling   just no telling      savion is under heel    clicking morse code through movie stills again      the sky had blackened with carrion birds   pinstriped suits and cigarettes tapped danced   through the tepid buurlesque   their mouths were parched with excess thirst   bridge and chorus candy curse   still they sang through the strepthroat verse      pet sounds filling pet peeve voids   black and white t.v. with the sound turned down   is this mono or stereo?      if i had a dollar for every plot that you made   in this bed of nails we made   trick ourselves in portable stanzas   black, russian throated on this quillotine cancer   how steep we are   but there's just no telling   just no telling      pet sounds filling pet peeve voids   black and white t.v. with the sound turned down   like breathing blood through the lungs of a czar's child.......      savion is under heel    clicking morse code through movie stills again
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