I guess we met a couple a bonafide angels But they all seemed kinda fat and fatigued And now were trying to match their mouths to the screams Match their heads to their dreams Everybodys searching out the softest seat All dolled up for the funeral feast Everyones stabbing at the biggest piece Clever kids kissing on a bleak retreat Now Im not really sure we were lovers Or if it was just some kind of car crash And now were trying to find a DNA match To match their heads to their hats Everybodys reaching for the sharpest knife Legs wide open on the opening night Everybodys bathing in the laser lights Clever kids screwing with some new device Sunday morning, sidewalks splattered Feverish in stylish tatters Damn, this used to sting like grammar I remember when it mattered Cant get over whats transpired Left home virgins, came back vampires Belt it out like backscratched choirs Were either dead or really tired Everybodys coming on their navy sheets Everybodys coming on their navy sheets Everybody wants to suck on something sweet Everybodys coming on their navy sheets Everybodys coming on their navy sheets Everybodys coming on their navy sheets
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