Carnage

I'll leave it up to you
You'll leave it up to me
We leave it to the crowd and show our teeth
To the innocent chiefs of the wolfish
We dangle out some hopes
We dangle out some bones
We show them all our love and snag their thrones
The moment they space out from the context

And now we've lost it to the final enemy
And the final enemy is phallic
So let's be the fifth column to the authoritarian regime
And we, at least we try
To be gallic

I'm denigrating you
You're denigrating me
Now we are here and now we should break free
From the innocent carnage of types
Your sensuousness is great
I wonder where you've learnt
I wonder whose attention you might gain
If you hospitalize on till they come

And now we've lost it to the final enemy
And the final enemy is phallic
So let's be the fifth column to the authoritarian regime
And we, at least we try
To be gallic

And now we've lost it to the final enemy
And the final enemy is phallic
So let's be the fifth column to the authoritarian regime
And we, at least we try
To be gallic



Credits
Writer(s): Lina Falkner
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