The Silencers - Flies In The Waste lyrics

This kinda thing can get out of hand If it's left untreated! Yeah! We're flies in the waste of terra infirma Alive and atomized, we're on a roll We're flies in the waste of terra infirma Alive and atomized, we're on a roll There's a rash of information Several viral permutations Well, it can start as an amoeba As a flower or as a zebra For example: he took his clothes off In a hailstorm a ran a line of car In his bellbottoms with a big red bottle And a claddagh ring saying Techno Babies Wipe your nose clean Techno Babies Wipe your nose clean Oh, just to taste the dust of diamonds In a plastic cup We've a metal avocado Of plutonium to go Perpetual emotion Perpetual emotion Let's go skiing on the ocean My venetian blonde bimbo Caress your mechanism With my instrument of evil Drive at Turbo 5 Past the eyelids of the Lord The manic messiah Waves his switchblade The manic messiah Waves his switchblade The manic messiah Has spirits in his lemonade He has the shotgun virus Archangels on the dashboard And cartons on the floor Well, I've a warmed up voice and a bad head cold A golden umbrella with a black blindfold I'm a paid up member of the club of contortion And now I'm gonna take my guitar for a walk In the blue-black scrapyard of distortion Whoo! I don't really wanna blame ya But I've a touch a monomania Since your kimono turned to jelly From the heat inside your belly As you were grooving to the Hustle I could feel my magic muscle Turn to iron and my firing pin Was co*ked and sacramental Ooh, co*ked and sacramental co*ked and sacramental We're flies in the waste of terra infirma Alive and atomized, we're on a roll We're flies in the waste of terra infirma Alive and atomized, we're on a roll The 12 Carpaccio Commendments: We all have a history mutilation A little voodoo comes in handy If you're looking for some skull, use your head Go, go, go dancing in the Gobo And reclaim the cosmos When the chemical giants get busy Stay on the beach; don't go swimming in the bleach Techno Babies, wipe their nose clean Make sure you don't accidentally join the queue At the Pavilion of Euthanasia Take the stones out of yor head With lasers and erasers Respect women, birds ad moonlight Have long conversations with nameless creatures Above a heavy metal din Don't grow old; get angry And when you're angry Drink Sangria in Mediterranean cafes