Sweet smoke slides down my throat
all the young imitators
dumb, dumb operators

On this channel

Running imitation after imitation
turn me loose now, set me free now
turn me loose now, set me free now

No tongues on fire
no fingers on skin
no fingers hot on skin
no tongues can process detonation

Some boys lie
and some boys pay to stay high
running after corpses, how you dance
run after corpses headed to the ambulance

They're running through your record collection
no sign that your battle is action
black plastic is a sign of recognition
a token of tokenism

In their mouth is a grape, I know, I know
and their throat is an open pit, I know
their path is destruction
and with their tongues they lie

Where is your love?
Where is your love?
Where is your love?
Where is your love?

Easy squeeze
makes you
queer


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