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THE BIRTHDAY PARTY
PRAYERS ON FIRE |
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Zoo-Music Girl
zoo-music girl zoo-music girl
our life together is a hollow tooth
spit out the shells, spit out the shells
you know exactly what I'm talking about
don't drag the orchestra into this thing
rattle those sticks, rattle those sticks
the sound is beautiful, it's perfect!
the sound of her young legs in stockings
the rhythm of her walk, it's beautiful
just let it twist, let it break
let it buckle, let it bend
I want to hear the noise of my
zoo-music girl zoo-music girl
my body is a monster driven insane
my heart is a fish toasted by flames
I kiss the hem of her skirt
we spend our live in a box full of dirt
I murder her dress till it hurts
I murder her dress and she loves it
if there is one thing I desire in the world
is to make love to my
zoo-music girl zoo-music girl
the sound is beautiful! it's perfect!
I call out her name in the night
zoo-music girl! zoo-music girl!
I call her by her family name
zoo-music girl! zoo-music girl!
oh! god! please let me die beneath her fists
zoo-music girl! zoo-music girl!
zoo-music girl! zoo-music girl!
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