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Head to the suburbs where the income is salt A wall of history for keeping them hounds out I got a secret I got a secret Kicked right out of hideouts He had a brain that was built inside of four square walls Chewing on plastic Teeth getting bigger Spread some salt into that wound Cause theres an invitation You've been waiting so long for There will conversations There will be blood in the kitchen tonight So honey bring in your brass band A telegram with intention I saw the robbers of your face appear In the bathroom window Were playing saxophones out in the front lawn And in the bathroom stalls there keeping there signs out And with two statues yeah we got room up there to move I know ten people who know ten more Heavens got a heater heavens got a heater Your a background horse From Letras Mania