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The Blood Brothers

Giant Swan

 

Giant Swan

(album: Young Machetes - 2006)


The giant swan's got ghosts in his wings
His guts are stuffed with polaroids, and they're all humiliating
And when the wine's drunk and the wild cabaret has sung it's last voice
And you're sitting all alone in the 4 AM darkness of a pitch-black theater
He explodes like fireworks on the stage with gold smoke

Sing, your voice just wont stop blooming
He wrote a play and you're the protagonist
All the girls you wish you'd fucked make a guest appearance
Oh, and you just won't believe the ending

So fly me home, giant swan!
The giant swan's got a pixelated beak
His eyes are twin mushroom clouds
His feathers are unsuspecting cities
And his breasts are hollow apartments with the finest quality furnishings
And you can watch tv until you die there, skin draped over luxury chairs
Sing, your voice just won't stop blooming

If your heart's a diamond, buddy, what's the price?
If your heart's a diamond, what's the fucking price?
Your skin is cheap and your hair is shoddy
So sit and watch the ballerinas kick and spin
Then strip down to your vulgar skeleton
You'd better take one more drink of Captain Morgan's rum
Oh, it's gonna sting like a raw sunrise when the black swan's gone

Back at the resort, the curtains closed, you haven't left the room for two solid weeks
With a pound of cocaine, under the bed, where the call girls perform their services
And you have to leave CNN on so you won't have to think about her newborn son
Who came to this town from the crotch you're renting out

"Who's at the door? What the fuck!
Who's at the door? What the fuck!
Who's at the door? What the fuck!"

Your heart is sweating; your hands are turning black
Your shadow breaks in wearing a ski mask
Is that a machete at your throat?
"Give me all your money! Give me all the dope!"
And the sun's like a painting of your whole life
You scratch at the canvas, but you can't get inside
And the sun's like a painting of your whole life
You scratch at the canvas, but you can't get inside

Your family is gurgling grief
You think you're just asleep
Is that the curtain closing?
Giant swan, take me to the river
Is that my flesh corroding?
Giant swan, take me to the river
All the things you wish you said are buried with your X'd out head
All your ulterior motives
Giant swan, take me to the river
Giant swan, take me to the river
Giant swan, take me to the river

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