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The Firing Squad Reloads Lyrics
It’s a thin line, it’s a veneer
Placebo love and some crocodile tears
Starving mothers, garroted lovers
The Jack Dempsey Minstrel Show, the Boat Builders’ Parade
It’s brain dead simple like lemonade
Intimate murders, lollipop headed clergy
Standing in the middle of the road
The firing squad reloads
Make a circle, shoot to kill
If you don’t hit your mark
The traffic will.
I like watermelon but it wets my ears singin’
“Baby Loves Shortenin’ Bread” but wants a skinny mirror.
Let’s drink a toast to the flowers at Los Alamos
Clogged by coffee grounds, awoken by the sounds
Plumbing the depths of the burial grounds
The pick-up artists make fast and furious friends
Standing in the middle of the road
The firing squad reloads
Make a circle, shoot to kill
If you don’t hit your mark
The traffic will.
Back in my cell things are going well
There’s an angel that just fell
In your Sunday best don’t fuck with the hornet’s nest
Placebo love and some crocodile tears
Starving mothers, garroted lovers
It’s brain dead simple like lemonade
Intimate murders, lollipop headed clergy
The firing squad reloads
Make a circle, shoot to kill
If you don’t hit your mark
The traffic will.
“Baby Loves Shortenin’ Bread” but wants a skinny mirror.
Let’s drink a toast to the flowers at Los Alamos
Plumbing the depths of the burial grounds
The pick-up artists make fast and furious friends
The firing squad reloads
Make a circle, shoot to kill
If you don’t hit your mark
The traffic will.
There’s an angel that just fell
In your Sunday best don’t fuck with the hornet’s nest
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