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Here's to the one with the smoking stare
Runnin' through my head with a bolo knife
Choppin' up the threads made up from looms
Of love and blood and hate and some empty tunes
Eyes killer cold and black and bare
Freaky little tooth hangin' solo
Suckin' at the walls like a rolo now
Makin' a cocoon when my brain fits
I wanna go back, I wanna go back
I wanna go back with a club and attack
I wanna take to my guns and break you
I gotta make my little foe take his own
I wanna go back, I wanna go back
I wanna go back with a club and attack
I wanna take to my guns and break you
I gotta make my little foe take his own
I've overgrown with a yellow mold
Just fizzin' drones in a hollow dome
My funny nose dripping little groans
I'm so, so cold in the marrow of my bones
I look at you as you take a snooze
Your skinny lips dripping rabid goo
I lift your chin and I grin at you
As you come to, man, I'm runnin' 'round your head with a bolo knife
I'm gonna go back, I'm gonna go back
I'm gonna go back to a face, no more mask
I was in full bloom until I met you
I'm gonna shake my fetters, I'm breaking loose
I'm gonna go back, I'm gonna go back
I'm gonna go back to a face, no more mask
I was in full bloom until I met you
I'm gonna shake my fetters, I'm breakin' loose
I'm gonna go back, I'm gonna go back
I'm gonna go back to a face, no more mask
I was in full bloom until I met you
I'm gonna shake my fetters, I'm breakin' loose
Runnin' through my head with a bolo knife
Choppin' up the threads made up from looms
Of love and blood and hate and some empty tunes
Eyes killer cold and black and bare
Freaky little tooth hangin' solo
Suckin' at the walls like a rolo now
Makin' a cocoon when my brain fits
I wanna go back, I wanna go back
I wanna go back with a club and attack
I wanna take to my guns and break you
I gotta make my little foe take his own
I wanna go back, I wanna go back
I wanna go back with a club and attack
I wanna take to my guns and break you
I gotta make my little foe take his own
I've overgrown with a yellow mold
Just fizzin' drones in a hollow dome
My funny nose dripping little groans
I'm so, so cold in the marrow of my bones
I look at you as you take a snooze
Your skinny lips dripping rabid goo
I lift your chin and I grin at you
As you come to, man, I'm runnin' 'round your head with a bolo knife
I'm gonna go back, I'm gonna go back
I'm gonna go back to a face, no more mask
I was in full bloom until I met you
I'm gonna shake my fetters, I'm breaking loose
I'm gonna go back, I'm gonna go back
I'm gonna go back to a face, no more mask
I was in full bloom until I met you
I'm gonna shake my fetters, I'm breakin' loose
I'm gonna go back, I'm gonna go back
I'm gonna go back to a face, no more mask
I was in full bloom until I met you
I'm gonna shake my fetters, I'm breakin' loose
Credits
Writer(s): David Bayley
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