The Blood Brothers - Pink Tarantulas
We are the cock-eyed children left to babble in tarantula glue
We are the cross-eyed children left to suckle straw in the soap opera zoo
We are the engines pumping out children scrambled by static from the noisy sun
So won't you show us brewing in your trenches?
Let us see what you've got hidden under your web
Come on; come on, what's listening in those stretch marks?
Tell us, tell us, taxman, what you meant when you said
Sleep, eat, own, fuck
Abandoned like a bombed out conversation
Phone, TV, sweets, suck
I pledge allegiance to the small talk nation
Wrapped, packed, soiled, stacked
Gaping like a cracked open piñata
Counted, measured, copied, faxed,
Pink tarantula teeth in our pina colada's
What cooking in your stain?
Come on, taxman
The sleepy clang of cash register fangs?
What's cooking in our sun?
Come on, taxman
The addictive hum of bubble gum slums?
Come on, taxman!
This withered milk tree you call love collapses like an empty glove.
Feed it! Suck it! Own it! Fuck it!
We know that sewing on another asshole wont make us shit more
But who can resist two for one at the pink tarantula store?
Pink tarantula! (Yeah!)
Pink tarantula! (Oh yeah!)
Pink tarantula!
1, 2, 3, go!
When you wake up in the morning the rising sun shines through a frosted veil
We'll always lay together dreaming of other people beneath the poison hail
You look so disgusting all pink and puckered covered with tarantula hair
You look so disgusting I feel the sight rotting off my prowling stare
And we know the TV fed us our first footsteps,
But the ketamine's gonna teach us, teach us, teach us
Gonna teach us, teach us, teach us
Just how to crawl
We are the shock-eyed children misled to yellow in tarantula webs
We are the gawk-eyed children chained to rot in designer fuck beds
Sleep, eat, own, fuck
Abandoned like a bombed out conversation
Phone, TV, sweets, suck
I pledge allegiance to the small talk nation
Wrapped, packed, soiled, stacked
Gaping like a cracked open piñata
Counted, measured, copied, faxed,
Pink tarantula teeth in our pina colada's
Pink tarantula! (Yeah!)
Pink tarantula! (Oh yeah!)
Pink tarantula!
1, 2, 3, go!
Pink tarantula! (Yeah!)
Pink tarantula! (Oh yeah!)
Pink tarantula!
1, 2, 3, go!
We are the cross-eyed children left to suckle straw in the soap opera zoo
We are the engines pumping out children scrambled by static from the noisy sun
So won't you show us brewing in your trenches?
Let us see what you've got hidden under your web
Come on; come on, what's listening in those stretch marks?
Tell us, tell us, taxman, what you meant when you said
Sleep, eat, own, fuck
Abandoned like a bombed out conversation
Phone, TV, sweets, suck
I pledge allegiance to the small talk nation
Wrapped, packed, soiled, stacked
Gaping like a cracked open piñata
Counted, measured, copied, faxed,
Pink tarantula teeth in our pina colada's
What cooking in your stain?
Come on, taxman
The sleepy clang of cash register fangs?
What's cooking in our sun?
Come on, taxman
The addictive hum of bubble gum slums?
Come on, taxman!
This withered milk tree you call love collapses like an empty glove.
Feed it! Suck it! Own it! Fuck it!
We know that sewing on another asshole wont make us shit more
But who can resist two for one at the pink tarantula store?
Pink tarantula! (Yeah!)
Pink tarantula! (Oh yeah!)
Pink tarantula!
1, 2, 3, go!
When you wake up in the morning the rising sun shines through a frosted veil
We'll always lay together dreaming of other people beneath the poison hail
You look so disgusting all pink and puckered covered with tarantula hair
You look so disgusting I feel the sight rotting off my prowling stare
And we know the TV fed us our first footsteps,
But the ketamine's gonna teach us, teach us, teach us
Gonna teach us, teach us, teach us
Just how to crawl
We are the shock-eyed children misled to yellow in tarantula webs
We are the gawk-eyed children chained to rot in designer fuck beds
Sleep, eat, own, fuck
Abandoned like a bombed out conversation
Phone, TV, sweets, suck
I pledge allegiance to the small talk nation
Wrapped, packed, soiled, stacked
Gaping like a cracked open piñata
Counted, measured, copied, faxed,
Pink tarantula teeth in our pina colada's
Pink tarantula! (Yeah!)
Pink tarantula! (Oh yeah!)
Pink tarantula!
1, 2, 3, go!
Pink tarantula! (Yeah!)
Pink tarantula! (Oh yeah!)
Pink tarantula!
1, 2, 3, go!
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