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Trophy Scars - The Moche Skeleton Dance
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Song: The Moche Skeleton Dance
Album: Sand In The Sea (2006)
Demo version of Assassin. Assassins.
Lyrics:
Limb separation
Bone isolation
Nothing to do
But to decapitate these words
Oh yeah
Abrasive Allergic
Inhaling detergent
Eating the last of the words that were urgent
And it would eat the rain to remember his name
And sugar cain
How it used to taste
That gun
that love
the killers wrote
That Night
That light turned blue in the dark
(dirty dirty waterfalls)
we had that song of a murders wrote
That gun
that love
the killers wrote
[x2]
Oh.
Babies in blenders
And insect's intestines.
Nothing to eat but stained glass in heaven.
Oh yeah.
Oh. Yeah.
Nodding its head
To the dancing dead.
You'd be so surprised what the skeleton said.
He said "Oh yeah..."
Oh. Yeah.
He said "Oh yeah."
It would eat the rain
To remember its name. Oh
And sugar cain
And how it used to taste.
That gun.
That love.
That trigger was pulled.
That night.
That light
Turned blue in the dark.
(Dirty, dirty waterfalls.)
We hum that song
On a murderous note.
That gun.
That love.
That trigger was pulled.
(Dirty, dirty waterfalls.)
That gun.
That love.
That trigger was pulled.
That night.
That light
Turned blue in the dark.
(Dirty, dirty waterfalls.)
We hum that song
On a murderous note.
That gun.
That love.
That trigger was pulled.
Yeah!
This is the scream of a spider web dream.
Destined to fail, and biting its nails
To drown out the sound of collapsing ground
That was built on the moon,
And flooding monsoons.
I got a gun. (Yeah!)
Its singing a song (Yeah!)
Of a blood that was lost (Yeah!)
To turn up again. (Yeah!)
Whatever, man. (Yeah!)
There was nothing to see. (Yeah!)
It was so routine. (Yeah!)
There was nothing to see. (Yeah!)
That gun.
That love.
That trigger was pulled.
That night.
That light
Turned blue in the dark.
(Dirty, dirty waterfalls.)
We hum that song
On a murderous note.
That gun.
That love.
That trigger was pulled.
(Dirty, dirty waterfalls.)
That gun.
That love.
That trigger was pulled.
That night.
That light
Turned blue in the dark.
(Dirty, dirty waterfalls.)
We hum that song
On a murderous note.
That gun.
That love.
That trigger was pulled.
This is the scream of a spider web dream.
Destined to fail, and biting its nails
To drown out the sound of collapsing ground
That was built on the moon,
And flooding monsoons.
I got a gun. (Yeah!)
Its singing a song (Yeah!)
Of a blood that was lost (Yeah!)
To turn up again (Yeah!)
Whatever, man. (Yeah!)
There was nothing to see. (Yeah!)
It was so routine. (Yeah!)
There was nothing to see.
Oh yeah. (oh yeah.)
Yee-haw!
OOOOOOOOWWWWW!
You ready to rock?!
Uh-uh.
Blood and cake.
Blood and cake
Make Saturday.
Made their way to my back gate.
Filled with mud, that blood looked sad.
That blood looked sad.
He looked so sad.
He looked really sad.
He looked really sad.
Very, very sad.