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One last time now, I see her naked body laid out before me
Once appealing, it now turns my stomach to look upon her form
Her body so mangled and her skin so torn
Like someone who's had to die before they ever had a chance to be born
When the sky has opened up
All the colors flooding through
Planets pushed out of the way
Over velvet tides of blue
Deep and heavy, black and gray
Wires sparking underground
Ocean seeping into cities
And I laugh as I am drowned.
I could have told her, I could have warned her it would turn out this way
I could have screamed it, but she'd never listen to a single word I say
I could have told her, I could have warned her it would turn out this way
I could have screamed it, but she'd never ever hear a single word I say
When the sky has opened up
All the colors flooding through
Planets pushed out of the way
Over velvet tides of blue
Deep and heavy, black and gray
Wires sparking underground
Ocean seeping into cities
And I laugh as I am drowned.
Birthday dungheap, my mom's cooking
It's another fine ride in a car with wheels and radio
Gone to the zoo, be back in five minutes, baby
Sit on my knee - I'm Santa.
When the sky has opened up
All the colors flooding through
Planets pushed out of the way
Over velvet tides of blue
Deep and heavy, black and gray
Wires sparking underground
Ocean seeping into cities
And I laugh as I am drowned.
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Your shoe kicked Sunday chores
Six-pack snores
Think my time is yours?
Showering with my crew
In my suit
They take a bath with you
Rub-a-dub my spleen
Salmonella in my coffee pot
Your coddled laxity
Brought this on
Now I'm throwin up
Break your fuckin balls
Break your balls
Break your fuckin balls
Gimlet-eyed and cross
Such a boss
A crunchy slug of first frosts
Toiled for your mom
Heard her yarns
Of the banes and balms
I guess your squealing nuts
Sang their last
A cankered end zone Icky dance
A filthy rag in your mouth
It's time to cheer this ballsy rout!
Break your fuckin balls
Break your balls
Break your fuckin balls
Your shoe kicked Sunday chores
Six-pack snores
Think my time is yours?
Showering with my crew?
In my suit
They take a bath with you
I'll never make it out
With a lout like you to move around
Rent-a-tux with Luke
Fuck you too
You drizzle piss runt stumpy fool!
Break your fuckin balls
Break your balls
Break your fuckin balls
Break your fuckin balls
How I annihilate your fuckin balls
Where's your fuckin balls?
He wants to know so's he can break 'em
Break your fuckin balls
Break your balls
Break your fuckin balls
What the fuck is this?
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The Taste Of Colour
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Skyscape Brooklyn, New York
Skyscape was formed long ago by Jed Davis, Dom Maltempi and Rob Hill. Lots of people joined the band. Some quit; most were fired. Skyscape continues.
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