join the skin army boys! join the skin army girls! camouflage your heart in sweat and vaseline! shoot with that siamese kiss like tasteless tangerines
Hello, hello, hello, to the girl with eight inch fingers. Codeine eyes swollen like hives and stingers. This is our first caress and I must confess you
And every soldier's face is burnt, and it's a mask of withered flesh. And their hands have turned to rifles now, and they kill everything and anything
and the swarm of winged octopi fly out under the lid eye of the star studded sky...singing... "do you want to live forever baby? do you want to live forever
The last mariner alive on the ark of the Blood Brothers hears the five howls of its haunting. One in the sail when the scales of the oil ocean glow pink
mr. electric we are dying to dine in your house of mirrors... mr. electric, open your beak we want in, the city under your skin's dull glistening. when
we live in a glamorous mansion with napalm in the walls. waterfalls fall like intestines from flying gutted gulls. we live in a glamorous mansion with
her smiles flashed SOS in that dress of sea anemone skin. he pinned his heart to his tuxedo it throbbed and hissed like a rabid jewel. from the back of
Oh, Team Machine! I'm a pound of flesh in a drum machine's dream. We watched crabs and lobsters eat a dead cop's throat and stuff our mouths with gutted
do you recall when we were young? we licked the summer's salty tongue. do you remember in our youth? we sought the sky's amphetamine truth. (at the waterfront
let's sling our rain slicks over February's fantastic antlers sprouting from the foreheads of world famous romancers. the winter's looming like a
Ambulance X extracts several consultants from the slow gumming death at the office orifice. Ambulance Y imprisons the sigh of the recent amputee and dumps
Ride! Ride! x4 Ride the crippled horse. Ride Ride! Ride the broken mare. Ride Ride! Ride the jaundice buck. Ride Ride! Ride the dead Pegasus. Ride Ride
The carnival's glossy ghosts, zebra-painted horses parade, the cotton candy prostitutes, caramel apple corpses singing, "Just this way to the neon orange
mr. electric disappears and re-appears like a smiling/snarling phantom. dawn: wooing the blue from the crawling eyes of babies midday: vanished. grinning
ONE TWO THREE! THANK YOU! stumbling from the alleyway walking a vulture, or is the vulture walking you? mumbling for a driver for your toothless limousine
And there's a fire on the Junk island where they send their garbage. Is anybody listening? After work we'll watch the seagulls diving in and out of the
Neon black tanks grope the skyline. Neon black cocks rot into poison wine. Neon black flowers on the mass grave. Neon black corpses, stacked, eclipse