Lift The Veil, Kiss The Tank

(альбом: Young Machetes - 2006)

Here comes the man with concussions in his pocket
Here comes the man with a laser-guided rocket
Here comes the man with a fistful of pills
So you can kill with no remorse
With no recourse, dance on your conscience until it's a corpse

War never ends
War never begins
Hoist up the hag of destitution
His mouth's an empty room where wild woes wander
Young machetes in lingerie charm us all into a frenzy
His mouth's an empty hole full of quadriplegics

Here comes the man

So you charge into battle, muscles rippling, tanks tingling
Before you fire a shot a white flash feels up your flesh
And cloaks you in a robe of blood, maydays you in a ship of mud

War never ends
War never begins
Hoist up the hag of destitution!
His mouth's an empty room where wild woes wander
Young machetes in lingerie charm us all into a frenzy
His mouth's an empty hole full of quadriplegics

They left you for dead
In the desert haunted
With the ghosts of prostitutes
They want you!
They want you!

Dress my corpse up in a low-cut dress
Drizzle lipstick on my charred french kiss
Dip my severed jaw in cheap cologne
Push-up bras dangling from snapped elbows

But death's just death no matter how you dress it up
But death's just death no matter how you dress it up
But death's just death no matter how you dress it up
But death's just death no matter how you dress it up