THE BLOOD BROTHERS LYRICS

"Mr. Electric Ocean"

We're going down
Mr. Electric Ocean
We're coming round
Mr. Electric Ocean

Mr. Electric
We are dying to dine in your house of mirrors...
Mr. Electric
Open your beak we want in, the city under your skin's dull glistening

When your skyscraper's husk peel off like coconut crust
(We drink deep from the barbiturate brew)
When your rape trumpet's tune softens like the womb
(We drink deep from the barbiturate brew)
When your smiles broken shards scrape the film from our hearts...
You stuffed our mouths with blasphemy!
You wrapped our bones in circuitry!

You stuffed our mouths with blasphemy!
You wrapped our bones in circuitry!
You stuffed our mouths with blasphemy!
You wrapped our bones in circuitry!

Stumble in your streets like damp newspaper
Tumbling turning in the wind
And the concrete in your sky parts like pink lid eye
Watch the fun squeal through its death leather veil

We are dying to dine
When your garden of mirrors vomits from the ground
To see our wombs impregnated with fun powder and lead
Shot from your siamese love

We are dying to dine
When your garden of mirrors vomits from the ground
To see our wombs impregnated with fun powder and lead
Shot from your siamese love

We know you're watching
We know you're watching
We know you're watching
Mr. Electric Ocean

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