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All my clothes just hang about I hang them there to air them out They hang like wasted corpses do And it could do the same to you We'll all go together Flogged by a feather Swimming through this punters' tomb The air is thick with death's perfume The pots and glasses mark the places Noses fell right off their faces We'll all go together Flogged by a feather I heard you're giving up, I heard you're gonna give up today That's what you always say I heard you're giving up, I heard you're gonna give up for good Well, if only you would But it's hard to tell whether you're being flogged by a feather until it's over With yellow teeth and yellow skin You can see it does get it All these bodies run aground on their own Prince William Sound We'll all go together Flogged by a feather But it's not the only price you pay So bludging is the only way But I don't need to take a puff The ambience is quite enough We'll all go together Flogged by a feather From Letras Mania