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The Blood Brothers

Wolf Party

 

Wolf Party

(álbum: Crimes - 2004)


Those wolf mechanics
Those wolf mechanics

Today you beat the fortune teller
To death with your bare hands
Was it his smirk laugh
Or the ostrich feather taped to his purple hat?
He read the lines on your palm
Chanting a creole song
"It is soon you will die
And angels don't take bribes."

Don't linger on the skylight you smashed between his skull
Just run back to the alley
Tell jokes to the bricks and rats
Because one man's murder scene
Is another's champagne party
One man's splintered spine
Is a soldier's war decoration

Wolf mechanics

Flare up again
As you make your way back to the financial district
The subway is a numb field
And every dazed boy and girl makes you lick your lips
And the girl with the accordion, chewing grass like a lamb
She hands you the juicy eye
And then she laughs at your pathetic tie

But don't linger on the grin you gouged in her throat
Just take the subway home
But the wife and kids twinkle like stuffed dogs
You're like the stormy ocean now
Collecting death like driftwood

Those wolf mechanics banging
Those wolf mechanics crashing
Those wolf mechanics banging
Those wolf mechanics crashing

But one man's suicide
Is a credit company's bride
One man's poisoned mind
Is a pharmaceutical gold mine

You bring your kill
From the savanna and bake it in the sun, but
The heat warps its flesh
And you see the face of God in the tarry mess, and

Those wolf mechanics banging
Those wolf mechanics crashing
Those wolf mechanics banging
Those wolf mechanics crashing

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