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BODIES IN THE GEARS OF THE APPARATUS LYRICS
"Simian Hybrid Prototype" (2004 EP)
1. A Lubricated Rubber Glove & Pornographic Photos of a Decapitated Chinese Hooker
2. Of Things to Come
3. Love Affair With a Mannequin
4. Big, Bad, Mean & Nasty
5. Hoist the Black Flag (And Begin Slitting Throats)
6. Seventeen Reasons to Die Wearing Black
7. Fuck Her Like You Paid for It
8. The Ugliest Smile in Rock & Roll
9. White Trash Whore
10. Fuck the Middle East (S.O.D. cover)
11. Last Words Can Be So Cliché
1. A Lubricated Rubber Glove & Pornographic Photos of a Decapitated Chinese Hooker
rationalism is no equal to romanticism.
a crime of passion.
holding her head under water.
she took notes as a stole her thong so the dame got what was come to her.
i know that I’ve got the look, so no mister with a handle bar mustache can tell me otherwise.
you’ve got a lot to learn about rock n’ roll.
god is a bullet.
i had no choice.
i had no way out.
i had to pull the trigger.
2. Of Things to Come
3. Love Affair With a Mannequin
plastic coated, violet hearts squeeze thighs.
these eyes.
these eyes keep her cold.
window shopping beauty, you wear that shirt super swell.
the wrong way home
i’ll break all the rules.
i will buy a gun.
she smells like the hair of surgeons.
i know you’re powerless to turn your back and you know it’s useless to turn your cheek.
oh, what the fuck can you do?
i know you’ve cried this way before
just shut your pretty mouth and I won’t resort to violence, since you’re my baby.
where were you when I came to the store last night?
for this I need the road.
4. Big, Bad, Mean & Nasty
5. Hoist the Black Flag (And Begin Slitting Throats)
baby got up and sung jazz tunes i knew.
we cursed the damned architects when they were at failure and we watched the walls crumble.
spit on my shoes, bathe me in flies – let me shout aloud “I used you prostitute”.
we rode in with blood on our hands and left as businessmen.
6. Seventeen Reasons to Die Wearing Black
weeping for manic managers to take away the movie rights.
she never wanted them to find out.
her diary sat with hopes of sunset boulevard and her autograph signed love.
she has got to get the program before someone takes her to hollywood.
to hell and back.
this is what they wanted.
she is a superstar.
smeared mascara and fault.
the last cowgirl.
7. Fuck Her Like You Paid for It
she was blue light holiday.
this kids’ smell could burn out the moon.
i sat and smiled with the gunman.
he seemed okay, and I knew that I was too.
it will die, but does it feel a thing?
let me pass the bomb.
don’t worry about anything I’m here to take care of you.
cum whore, when are you working my way, cunt?
8. The Ugliest Smile in Rock & Roll
9. White Trash Whore
there’s nothing quite like summertime in vietnam.
kicking back warm beer.
walking barefoot through the forest.
stumbling, she falls and lights a cigarette as a reward for a job well done.
10. Fuck the Middle East (S.O.D. cover)
11. Last Words Can Be So Cliché
i wish that you would die tonight.
memories I wish long gone just drowned in the black tube.
you have no right to be breathing.
eow, this is sort of overwhelming me.
oh, who will keep her gorgeous and tell her she’s blushing.
the broad in the locker has been consumed.
i inherit nothing more than a smile.
a heartfelt memory in black and white screen shots she dies
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