Paroles This is Only a Test (The Tornado) de PAper ChAse (The)

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Hara-kiri kids come kill yourselvesSlice your throats and spurt the bloodPaint a wall cloud weather cellA vortex of selfPut your tongue in the mouth of the old funnel cloud, adelI have become pregnant with myselfBloated bellies distended out like corpses sweat and swellWe fucked ourselvesWe let our thighs fall to each side of the cyclone they sellAnd there will be no pie graphs or charts to speak ofNo slogans for the repeatingNo silver bullet was shotNo hand over heart, no X marks the spotNo catchphrase for stars a feignin'No big letter writing campaignNo fanfare fills up the roomNo interviews, no big kaboomThe fruit is falling 'cause the tree is rotting, my dearYou were a good mare for the stateBut you're no longer needed hereGo back to your coupSo I can chop off my head as an act of contrition for youI sleep in my clothes, 'cause nobody knowsWhen the shit goes down, we're gonna turn this thing aroundI'll keep tying my shoes, 'cause there's no telling when you...everybody now! We're gonna turn this thing aroundI sleep in my clothes, 'cause nobody knowsIf it will touch down, we're gonna turn this thing aroundI'll keep tying my shoes, 'cause there's no telling when you...everybody now!!! Everybody now!!!The whistling, winding trees, the boiling of the seasWe know what you areThe hum of coming trains, the connection we can't maintainWe know what you are, we know what you are

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