Aching, aching everywhere
I don’t feel it, you don’t care
Everyone’s their father’s sons
Feral youth and laser guns
Please don’t send me off to war
That’s not what my body’s for
Maybe I was not born brave
Maybe I was born good looking
Showing everybody their bones
Hot cooking
Steaming [?]
We're vicious
Biting on the tip of your tongue
[?]
Serrated by the wad on the phone
What the world could be
When you talk to me
Give it energy
Let it be together
For everyone
Let the ocean come
When we get it done
For the world’s pleasure
If you’re happy, raise your hand
If you've five fingers, take a bow
Lawfully killed an English dirt
Little hearts begin to hurt
New York city, cars and girls
Take a living, make a turn
Consciousness and capable
But it’s not my mess
I’m too good looking
Showing everybody their bones
Hot cooking
Steaming [?]
We're vicious
Biting on the tip of your tongue
[?]
Serrated by the [?]
What the world could be
When you talk to me
Give it energy
Let it be together
For everyone
Let the ocean come
When we get it done
For the world’s pleasure
What the world could be
When you talk to me
Give it energy
Let it be together
For everyone
Let the ocean come
When we get it done
For the world’s pleasure
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