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The Blood Brothers

Johnny Ripper

 

Johnny Ripper

(álbum: Young Machetes - 2006)


Twilight's million battered lips sleep in a house of fractured smiles
Young love's clumsy fingertips are gonna find out for themselves
The birds keep on singing from the tops of trees
But the song's out of tune that drips from the breeze
There's a razor in the garden waiting for a delicate head

Look out! Look out!

For diamonds sparkling where the trap doors swing
Into the bottom of a cold misery
Full of insults to add to your collection
Parking lots dangling from your diction
Daydreams bobbing in a shattered sea

Look out! Look out!

For sirens dancing where the nooses swing
From gutted branches of your fantasies
Full of insults falling from your ceiling
Motels where you're fucking without feeling
Daydreams bobbing in a shattered sea

Fake leaves shake like deceit on your tongue
Desperate mothers devoured by young
Hold on to love you learned to despise
Like an ocean choking on its own tide

There's a razor in the garden waiting to cut through your seams
Look out! Look out!
There's a razor in the garden waiting to cut through your seams
Look out! Look out!

The dull years drag the best days of your life through asphalt and glass
While summer's favorite fathers birthing next year's deadbeat dads
Let's tack up another eviction note
To matrimony's throbbing throat

Stuffed with songs from a synthetic past
Silver clouds and artifacts
Full of insults to add to your collection
Parking lots dangling from your diction
Daydreams bobbing in a shattered sea
Whoa bobbing in a shattered sea
Whoa bobbing in a shattered sea

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