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I miss your dull ache
I miss my rotten tooth
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Enabler
02:28
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And god has found us
he crept our lungfuls
and all our vapours
I begin to stink of him
Let us and lung
burst over the surf
And wrap up in white in tongue
Recede as I swell with them
The stink of him in my lungfuls
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Putti
07:10
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Brace! Putti
Brace Davey
(We were nothing)
Your hungry childer
are biting your fingers
How do we look from the towers?
Spit drenched and famished, we will chew at the mortar
We will let you come a cropper!
We will let your bloat be spiked on the pillar!
We will chew at the mortar,
the streets washed with the plasma and rubber!
We were nothing before the fire!
We were nothing!
Putti take the streets! These are your streets!
We will burn the city to feel it's warmth!
We were were nothing before the fire!
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A BASTARD MOUND
04:41
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Bring me feathers,
Wing of Rook and Jay,
Tooth beak my jabber jaws clean,
and build me a Bastard Mound
Build me a bastard mound
Over my bones
A place to piss and shit upon
To stand upon my chest
Build me a home
Build up the Bastard Mound
Over my dust
A place for you to stab the earth
To dig up filthy things
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WAR PAINT
04:03
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Cry havoc
Dog machine, my king
Smoke through his nose
smoke through his teeth
spins his wheels
wheels within wheels etc
grind, grind,
grind those ivory pegs,
sunk deep into his legs,
striped from arse to tooth,
in war paint
Cry havoc
There will never be too many holes,
fields of sun bleached bone,
prayers he dust have claimed,
trees the dead have born,
rain made paste
that scars his face
as war paint
War Paint
And here we sink
the ground licked it's parched lips
and swallowed us as dust
We and him we sink
in War Paint
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