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The Blood Brothers

Love Rhymes With Hideous Car Wreck

 

Love Rhymes With Hideous Car Wreck

(álbum: Crimes - 2004)


Those tire tracks
Zigzag your torso like a devil's self portrait
The car accident, the skin graft treatment, the flower baskets
The wincing relatives

You bid her farewell, then you got in your car
And that's the last thing that you can recall
And when they pulled you out, you didn't know your name
Exploding semi-truck blurred your face with flame

You met Jane four years ago today
Dancing at some vomit-stained frat party
Her newspaper gown, flashing headline brown
Her violent gypsy dance, her tired underpants

Love, love, love
Love, love, love
Love, love, love
Love, love, love
Rhymes with pity now
Love, love, love
Love, love, love
Love, love, love
Love, love, love
Rhymes with sympathy now

Jane let you touch her and feel her
And she was so free like a pineapple in a tree
But you said it's dangerous, to be so intimate
You know it's dangerous, dangerous, dangerous

Jane said when she laid on her back
The sun hit her body like an ugly landscape

But some things never get better
Like used cars and bad livers
So you traded her in
For a better looking brand
One with fake porno tits
A pad lock on her lips
A disposable tan
Biodegradable hands

Back at the hospital
You got no visitors at all
She visits you in your sleep
But that newspaper gown is always on fire
(That you want it, that you want it)
Back at the hospital
You got no visitors at all
She visits you in your sleep
But that newspaper gown is always on fire
(That you want it, that you want it)

She met him a week after you left her
When you tossed out her touch to the garbage collector
He talked her out of her skirt in his beer-soaked apartment
And then they did all the things, you never said that you wanted
And the sirens are laughing underneath your skull
And your thoughts are turning dull, callous and cold
Yesterday you gave your burden a name
Yesterday you gave your burden a face

But your burden, it looks a lot like her

Love, love, love
Love, love, love
Love, love, love
Love, love, love
Rhymes with pity now
Love, love, love
Love, love, love
Love, love, love
Love, love, love
Rhymes with sympathy now
Love, love, love
Love, love, love
Love, love, love
Love, love, love
Ahhhhhhhh!

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