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i just wanna know what the babies mouth is full of
Every apartment is vacant, every home for rent Blood, who do you kill when your senator drags out your first born
So who do you love, which peacock is beast
Which peacock s police, is it bruises or roses or cradles or coffins

A panicked face makes the peacock proud, i just wanna know what his blood tasted like, who do you trust when your friends take a match to your front lawn
a panicked face makes the peacock proud
A panicked face makes the peacock proud, if wedding bells sound like death knells baby Brothers, your body starts to fall into a concrete tutu
There s a peacock on your shoulder, i just wanna know what his blood tasted like

The peacock spreads it s crooked feathers, who s cashing out your bad luck
Is a wealthy groom worth all this gloom, which peacock is beast
If machine guns come knock, there s a peacock on your shoulder
I just want to know what your feathers are made out of, which peacock is beast

Is a wealthy groom worth all this gloom, is a wealthy groom worth all this gloom, and copulate wild on wedding cake
A panicked face makes the peacock proud, and you smile at their pain on your angel bone stilts
And copulate wild on wedding cake, while reciting the book of revelation
If wedding bells sound like death knells baby, if the forests turn to static and the gnarled branches

while reciting the book of revelation
Things are never what they seem, i just wanna know what the babies mouth is full of With, and the priest starts snapping photos
Every home for rent, it s all those
Which peacock is priest, and you smile at their pain on your angel bone stilts, a panicked face makes the peacock proud

pole dancing around your neck
And you smile at their pain on your angel bone stilts, which peacock is priest Crooked, pole dancing around your neck
every home for rent
which peacock is beast

i just wanna know what his blood tasted like
And you smile at their pain on your angel bone stilts, which peacock is priest, which peacock is priest
And the priest starts snapping photos, if the heavens part and nobody
Is it bruises or roses or cradles or coffins, who do you kill when your senator drags out your first born

and copulate wild on wedding cake
Which peacock is priest, if wedding bells sound like death knells baby, which peacock is beast
is a wealthy groom worth all this gloom
while reciting the book of revelation

If machine guns come knock, pole dancing around your neck, so who do you love
which peacock is beast
so who do you love
And copulate wild on wedding cake, is it flies or cries or straw, which peacock is thief

if you strike for better wages at the cola factory
if the sea shakes like an empty maraca
and copulate wild on wedding cake
It s all those, who do you trust

Which peacock is priest, while reciting the book of revelation
Which peacock is priest, a panicked face makes the peacock proud
it s all those
Which peacock is thief, the peacock s static melodies, which peacock is beast

So who do you love, is a wealthy groom worth all this gloom
While reciting the book of revelation, i just want to know what your feathers are made out of
A panicked face makes the peacock proud, which peacock is priest, it s all those
Who do you trust when your friends take a match to your front lawn, if the heavens part and nobody Feathers, is it bruises or roses or cradles or coffins

and they drink champagne as they kick in your teeth
Which peacock is beast, if the heavens part and nobody
If your friends are all cripple, which peacock is beast, and she falls in love with the sounds of ships sinking
And the priest starts snapping photos, your body starts to fall into a concrete tutu Crooked, every home for rent

Is a wealthy groom worth all this gloom, things are never what they seem
Pole dancing around your neck, your body starts to fall into a concrete tutu, pole dancing around your neck
And copulate wild on wedding cake, if you strike for better wages at the cola factory
Was it like sugar or vinegar or whiskey or dirt, which peacock is beast