Images of perfection, suntan and napalm Grenada, Haiti, Poland, Nicaragua Who shall we choose for our morality? I'm thinking right now of Hollywood tragedy
Scratch my leg with a rusty nail Sadly it heals Color my hair but the dye grows out I can't seem to stay a fixed ideal Childhood pictures redeem Clean
I eat too much to die And not enough to stay alive I'm sitting in the middle waiting Cheeks sunken and despaired Days since I last pissed So gorgeous
.c. approved As long as the right words are used Systemised atrocity ignored As long as bi-lingual signs on view Ten foot sign in oxford street Be pure
Mr. lenin - awaken the boy Mr. stalin - bisexual epoch Kruschev - self love in his mirrors Brezhnev - married into group sex Gorbachev - celibate self
Beauty finds refuge in herself Lovers wrapped inside each other's lies Beauty is such a terrible thing She is suffering yet more than death She is suffering
Life is lead weights, pendulum died Pure or lost, spectator or crucified Recognized truth, acedias blackest hole Junkies, winos, whores, the nation's
You were what you were Clean cut, unbecoming Recreation for the masses You always mistook fists for flowers Welcome, welcome soldier smilin' Funeral
I don't know what I'm scared of or what I even enjoy Dulling, get money, but nothing turns out like you want it to And in these plagued streets of pity
Do not listen to a word I say Just listen to what I can, keep silent The only way to gain approval Is by exploitin' the very thing that cheapens me And
your meanin' Obliterates your meanin' Your meanin', your meanin' No birds, no birds The sky is swollen black No birds, no birds Holy mass of dead insect
man Tear the torso with horses and chains Killers view themselves like they view the world They pick at the holes Not punish less, rise the pain Sterilize rapists, all I preach
I eat too much to die. And not enough to stay alive. I'm sitting in the middle waiting. Days since I last pissed Cheeks sunken and despaired So gorgeous
man Tear the torso with horses and chains Killers view themselves like they view the world, they pick at the holes Not punish less, rise the pain Sterilise rapists, all I preach
Scratch my leg with a rusty nail, sadly it heals Colour my hair but the dye grows out I can't seem to stay a fixed ideal Childhood pictures redeem
I hate purity. Hate goodness. I don't want virtue to exist anywhere. I want everyone corrupt. I am an architect, they call me a butcher I am a pioneer
Next Thursday you're invited to watch Rising Tide's live coverage of a gala tribute in salute to Ronald Reagan. Host Haley Barbour joins special guest
I knew that someday I was gonna die. And I knew before I died Two things would happen to me. That number one I would regret my entire life. And number
