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Palms are fitted black and finely tuned
To triggers, cause bodies that tremble
But this mud looks shallow from the beach
When we hide behind such ugly faces
And the dark eyed woman lifts her head
"Why do we hide behind such ugly faces?"
Child-bearing games
From the streets down to the shores
They're playing as waterways open
In an obscene gaping gasp
But this mud looks shallow from the beach
When we hide behind such ugly faces
And the dark eyed woman lifts her head
"Why do we hide behind such ugly faces?"
"Rally all your men (rally all your men)
There is work to be done" (there's work to be done)
Still we don't have the time for speaking out of place
He won't come down (he won't come down)
He won't come down (he won't come down)
When lengths of snakes match each silent syllable
"With eyes like these"
Face glistening with suspense of a scalpel blade
Clockwork, calculating surgical precision
But this mud looks shallow from the beach
When we hide behind such ugly faces
And the dark eyed woman lifts her head
"Why do we hide behind such ugly faces?"
"Rally all your men (rally all your men)
There is work to be done" (there's work to be done)
Still we don't have the time for speaking out of place
He won't come down (he won't come down)
He won't come down (he won't come down)
He won't come down (he won't come down)
He won't come down (he won't come down)
La, la, la da da
La, la, la da da
La, la, la da da
La, la, la da da
La, la, la da da
La, la, la da da
La, la, la da da
La, la, la da da
Palms are fitted black and finely tuned
To stomachs that swallowed whole that bayou
But this mud looks shallow from the beach
When we hide behind such ugly faces
And the dark eyed woman lifts her head
"Why do we hide behind such ugly faces?"
To triggers, cause bodies that tremble
But this mud looks shallow from the beach
When we hide behind such ugly faces
And the dark eyed woman lifts her head
"Why do we hide behind such ugly faces?"
Child-bearing games
From the streets down to the shores
They're playing as waterways open
In an obscene gaping gasp
But this mud looks shallow from the beach
When we hide behind such ugly faces
And the dark eyed woman lifts her head
"Why do we hide behind such ugly faces?"
"Rally all your men (rally all your men)
There is work to be done" (there's work to be done)
Still we don't have the time for speaking out of place
He won't come down (he won't come down)
He won't come down (he won't come down)
When lengths of snakes match each silent syllable
"With eyes like these"
Face glistening with suspense of a scalpel blade
Clockwork, calculating surgical precision
But this mud looks shallow from the beach
When we hide behind such ugly faces
And the dark eyed woman lifts her head
"Why do we hide behind such ugly faces?"
"Rally all your men (rally all your men)
There is work to be done" (there's work to be done)
Still we don't have the time for speaking out of place
He won't come down (he won't come down)
He won't come down (he won't come down)
He won't come down (he won't come down)
He won't come down (he won't come down)
La, la, la da da
La, la, la da da
La, la, la da da
La, la, la da da
La, la, la da da
La, la, la da da
La, la, la da da
La, la, la da da
Palms are fitted black and finely tuned
To stomachs that swallowed whole that bayou
But this mud looks shallow from the beach
When we hide behind such ugly faces
And the dark eyed woman lifts her head
"Why do we hide behind such ugly faces?"
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