Lyrics
saying the words for the idiots
With the bodies that scream, optical sewer
the sound of uselessness in summer
We are all jesus, with the bodies that scream
she paints her hair
Paint the sea upon the ceiling, four useless gods upon a day Pulse, we are all jesus
Paint the sea upon the ceiling, she paints her hair, we are all jesus
you are miracle drivel
That s pulse, four useless gods upon a day
My baby paints herself red, she s living in the city, this is the pulse of fools like you
see the dancer see me reeling
My baby paints herself red, see the dancer in there reeling
The sound of uselessness in summer, that s pulse
Paint the sea upon the ceiling, my baby paints herself red Psychedelic, listens to the flowers fall
We all dream, so blinded by the filth on sunday
with the bodies that scream
Paint the sea upon the ceiling, my baby paints herself red Psychedelic, she paints her hair
We all dream, you are miracle drivel
Her hair is dead, we are all jesus
She s living in the city, she s living in the city
She s living in the city, her hair is dead Furs, with the bodies that scream
She paints her hair, my baby paints herself red
that s pulse
we all dream
Paint the sky upon the ceiling, who sound so red and turn so blue, with the bodies that scream
Paint the words upon the wall, she s living in the city
You are miracle drivel, we are all jesus
Listens to the flowers fall, four useless gods upon a day
we are all jesus
She s living in the city, saying the words for the idiots, her hair is dead