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all rights to violent soho. from the album HUNGRY GHOST

Dressed up like a funeral home. You're cold but lovable. Dream up all the centerfolds. For what? Cause I raised your glass, signed your card and this is all I got. Your highbrow piss. No sounds, all tricks. This is all I got. You worship wars, your skin ain't torn and this is all I got. Cause its outside. Outside. Shrugged shoulders and afterthoughts. Burn your cards and walk away. Fantasize for another day, for what? When they stood on the family shore, holding hands and staring high. Did you think that this would work, for what? Cause I raised your glass, signed your card and this is all I got. Your highbrow piss. no sounds, all tricks. This is all I got. You worship wars, your skin ain't torn and this is all I got. Cause its outside. Outside. Holy mother. I'll say go and you say where now. It's been made for you this weather. Lilly lally dancing fuck ups. Gold coast mums and prefect drop-outs. I'll say go and you say when now.