Foreign Telegram The Insurrection Thing
Текст с Bandcamp а: Her lips are coffin size. Her purse is stuffed with cherry bombs. Towing the VIP line, She knows the mohawked door guy. The first chambers empty Of vegan, Hindu cigarettes, With her lips drumming a tabla poem, Shes ready for the insurrection thing. The twostroke rat boy, Hes a Japanese drop out. Got his ideas wrapped in gaffers tape, His leathers all matte with jaded thrills. Pasted on his badge vest: オハヨウママさん, Old enough to drink and vote and kill, Hes ready for the insurrection thing. Me, I got my velvets on Tugging on my fauxhate And this safety pin miniskirt. Had my legs dipped in latex. My night goggles made of motherhood, But my boots are still made of heartaches. Im waiting on the insurrection thing. Can you feel your auto immune disease Pumping out your thyroids Throw away your crosses, We cant afford the death toll, Get up off your ergonomics Get up your insurrection
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