"March On Electric Children!" lyrics
"March On Electric Children!"
Join the skin army boys!
Join the skin army girls!
Camouflage your heart in sweat and vaseline!
Shoot with that siamese kiss like tasteless tangerines!
Camouflage your heart in sweat and vaseline!
Shoot with that siamese kiss like tasteless tangerines!
Skin army soldiers march in single file lines
Under towers that smoke ulcers in the sky
Remove outdated organs to the pot boil
Suck the siphons nipple, fill the rib cavity with oil
March on the grave of jesus sow!
Touch is the only religion now!
March on the grave of jesus sow!
Touch is the only religion now!
He tried to interview a rose
But it just spit out dust in his eye
He tried a love song on the lilac
But it stung up his mouth like a guitar
He tried to devour the orchid
Sew a jacket of its hot paradise complexion...
But it stung like a vest of scorpions
And hung on desperately like the scar of some third degree burn
(So join up, so join up)
(So join up juggernaut child!)
Join up ye hungry barbed wire holes!
March on skin army soldiers!
March on skin army soldiers!
March on skin army soldiers!
March on skin army soldiers!
March on to hills of ripe mold!
March on across the xeroxed horizon!
March on murderous little world!
March on murderous little world!
March on murderous little world!
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- The Blood Brothers Lyrics
album:
"March On Electric Children" (2002)
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