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SPITTING BLOOD////////(Now were spitting blood/ spitting blood/ like the golden sun god/ golden sun god) I was born into plastic fame/ read his tattoo/ but it don’t matter were all in the same/ ship sailing to what we hold as true/ I got the star of David hanging over me/ But oh mother Mary I find it hard to believe/ That some ones hands no different to mine/ could be hung on a wall/ held as divine/ We are so happy/ happy to see/ All of our children will run blind and free/ Across concrete fields of broken glass/ with five year olds having heart attacks/ You fed em to well on TV/ cut me I wont even bleed/ My bloods as lazy as the mums and dads/ whos fantastic mundane can’t all be bad/ So lets just keep eating more/ more/ more/ more and more/ And then we all go throw up on the poor/ Outside I’m lying/ inside I’m dead/ The tears in my eyes/ fall from books I have read/ If I could talk to you/ and only speak the truth/ All this wolf noise wouldn’t start calling now/ when I talk to you/ when I talk to you/ We are so happy/ happy to see/ all of our children will run blind and free/ (Spitting blood/ spitting blood/ golden sun god/ golden sun god)
I’ve been through this album 20 times already. This is by far my favorite
What a great idea for a graduation present.
Something I’ve been waiting on for a while. A definitive answer? No. But an excellent characterization nonetheless.
True artist or a managerial concoction?