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The Blood Brothers

You're The Dream, Unicorn!

 

You're The Dream, Unicorn!

(álbum: Young Machetes - 2006)


This telepathic hangover
Gnaws the nipples off my neck
Well, when you suck off those machine guns
Well, tell me mister, what do you expect?

I crawled through 60,000 yards
Of carnival graveyards

Witches with obscene riches chasing my mirage
Say my mirage

I'm the unicorn with tar teeth
Chewing spandex nightmares
My spine's a limousine that drives all night
But never goes anywhere
I'm the unicorn with tar teeth
Chewing spandex nightmares
My spine's a limousine that drives all night
But never goes anywhere

If I sang instead of screamed
When you crushed me with your corvette
Would you change your jet for a microphone
And record the opera of deathbeds?

I'm the unicorn with tar teeth
Chewing spandex nightmares
My spine's a limousine that drives all night
But never goes anywhere
I'm the unicorn with tar teeth
Chewing spandex nightmares
My spine's a limousine that drives all night
But never goes anywhere

Stare into the gruesome lights all night
And never see a fucking thing
Count weddings on our fingertips
And wonder why our love's so cheap

Vegas, you're my dream unicorn
Summer dress, so apocalyptic
Vegas, you're my dream unicorn
Summer dress, so apocalyptic

In glossy treetops teens clap while they kiss
In neon pastures pin-ups hook to your chest
Out on the streets at night the money's well spent
And pissed-off babies turn to pissed-off children

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