Howard Thompson - Flowers lyrics

See the people dead in cars See their bodies bleed I know he's so dead and gone I think that is free His body is upon the wall His teeth are sharp and white We cut his eyes with razorblades And out of him comes foul white light In the eastern carpet store He is made of dreams Put his picture on the wall Just where the mirror gleams His body is upon the wall His teeth are sharp and white We cut his face with razorblades And out of him comes foul white light His power's all around his feet There's flowers in his heart If you take the needles out His body falls apart His body is upon the wall His teeth are sharp and white We cut his hands with razorblades And out of him comes foul white light Make a god of politics Make a god of police Worship it with automobiles Worship it with screams His body is upon the wall His teeth are sharp and white He cuts his feet with razorblades And out of him comes foul white light Make a god of useless drivel Sew it at the seams Float it down the river Where the sewage is the sea His body is upon the wall His teeth are sharp and white He cuts his teeth with razorblades And out of him came stupid light That's flowers