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Salvage yard scavenging, bent over backwards The caverns are vast and packed to the rafters with decaying corpses Of course it's important – pertinent details from primary sources The voices are louder than ever before, sticking forks into four-legged horses Deplorable forces conspire to fire the lord and to hire a guy who will try to eat more of the portions A guy who's more boorish, a guy who's more selfish, with elves as his helpers Hopeless hapless masses are dopes, they suppose It's the same old rigamarole that we know, it's as bold as a rodeo Run with the bulls – all the bullshit is so, so disposable Open wounds, broken bones Choking from smoking these Marlboro hundreds Dysfunctional, fuck up in front of the public Dublin is so far away – it's disgusting the way that these laymen conduct their discussions But it's fun to disrupt if yr cussing enough then I call my own bluff, push my luck Hungry husbands are smuggling in drugs with their blood bubbling, boiling Recoil from the touch of the boys in the club Noise erupts from the speakers, they scream from the bleachers Creatures in need of a teacher The reason is clear as a really bleached t-shirt The fever is reaching its peak – the deceivers are speaking of peace like it's reachable The evil are peeking through cracks in the steeple Believe it, it's real, 'tis the season I'm breathing in poison, chest heaving, can't even conceive of the next best thing “Arrest these heathens! Forget the trial, lock 'em up, toss the key” Dot the T's, cross the I's, lots of apostrophes Coughing up boxes of bucks to stay lost in the fog of this obnoxious process Letras de cancionesMy conscience is quiet, ensconced in the tarpit Cover the garden with carpet, forget and get onto the starship We're off to another dimension – the rent's too expensive here Spent my whole pension improving my penmanship When does it get any closer to ending? And can I just mention the stench? It's relentless when in the presence of elegant gentlemen The villains have taken their vengeance I regret to say they've collected the evidence Repent and pretend every entrance is open to tenants with references Declare myself president of the emptiness, say I'm Rembrandt of dancing on the precipice Eleven years in and trying to stay relevant But based on what's left of the remnants of my intestines I would guess I've ingested the medicine Yes, I've been everywhere but everywhere that I've been I've been out of my element, even in my own skin And I can't begin to think what I'd tell people back home So I tell it to the microphone I can't leave the life alone – yeah From Letras Mania