rocadelpunk
Diamond Member
new blood bros lyrics form their cd crimes:
"Feed Me To The Forest"
These hot machine years burning time across your face
See the smoke stacks rising up like fvck you towers?
My girlfriend sang like a hummingbird today
until that cough stole her voice and fed it to the furnance.
Shrew laugh, trench throat..
There's a party on the 16th floor.
this apartments paper thin walls....
you know your neighbors sobs by heart.
Tight coil, cold grin...
Highways wrapped around my body like a snake.
Got a view of a cement lawn, amputated horizons.
Thanks for the survival rags.
thanks for the soiled skies.
thanks for the fvcked up future.
We can learn to love misery.
Was it just last night
that I woke up to a snarling baby?
Did I hear it right?
He begged his mother, Feed me to the forest!
The factory is singing us to sleepless beds tonight.
Lungs like twin garbage sacks sucking charcoal breath tonight.
Sick squeal, dull moan...
Looks like your neighbors found another victim.
Screams Help but no one comes.
honey won't you turn the TV on?
Brown summer, stench wind...
the globe spinning on a rusty hinge.
Get in your car go to your job
like a train that's being robbed.
---
"Trash Flavored Trash"
I've spent
22 years in this zoo of broken faces.
Parents and school children watch me sit on this neon nest, naked.
There's a girl in a cage making love to a switchblade
there's a man behind bars milking abandoned cars.
there's a priest in shackles building bombs out of bibles.
And piano wire vines and the men in the pines
that spin round and round and round and round and round.
take me to the pit of celebrity pregnancies.
I want to wear the skin of a magazine baby.
Take me to the pit of celebrity pregnancies.
The five o'clock news is a fvcking fantasy.
I stole the rice from the beggars death bowl
in this zoo of broken faces.
I told a widow that she was beautiful
when half of her smile was missing.
and I know my addition:
gun plus gun equals bang bang bang.
And I know my division:
trash into trash equals trash flavored trash.
I wanna see more dirty places.
Take me to the hall of filthy faces.
There's a girl behind chicken wire coughing up ghosts.
There's a housewife in a cage that vacuums all day.
There's a boy in a toupee speaking in resumes.
and the teeth-heads with no eyes on the carousl rides that spin
round and round and round and round and round.
I've paid my submission.
I've seen the petition.
I've done my addition.
And I've done my division:
trash into trash equals trash flavored trash.
----
"Love Rhymes With Hideous Car Wreck"
Those tire tracks
zigzag your torso like a Devil's self portrait.
The car accident, the skin graft treatment, the flower baskets,
the wincing relatives...
you bid her farewell then got in your car
and that's the last thing that you can recall.
and when they pulled you out
you didn't know your name
exploding semi truck blurred your face with flame...
you met Jane four years ago today
dancing at some vomit-stained frat party.
Her newspaper gown, glowing headline brown, her violent gypsy dance,
her tired underpants...
Love [x9]
rhymes with pity now
Love [x9]
rhymes with sympathy now
Jane let you touch and feel her
she was so free like a pineapple in a tree
You said it's dangerous
to be so intimate
You know it's dangerous, dangerous, dangerous.
Jane said when she laid on her back
the sun hit her body like an ugly landscape.
But some things never get better
like used cars and bad livers.
So you traded her in for a better looking brand.
One with fake porno t^ts
a pad lock on her lips
disposable tan
biodegradable hands.
Back at the hospital
you got no visitors at all.
She visits you in your sleep,
but that newspaper gown is always on fire [x2]
She met him a week after you left her
when you tossed out her touch to the garbage collector.
He talked her out of her skirt in his beer-soaked apartment
and then they did all the things
you never said that you wanted.
And the sirens are laughing underneath your skull.
And your thoughts are turning dull, callous and cold.
Yesterday you gave your burden a name.
Yesterday you gave your burden a face.
But your burden looks an awful lot like her.
Love [x9]
rhymes with pity now
Love [x9]
rhymes with sympathy now
god i love the blood brothers.
"Feed Me To The Forest"
These hot machine years burning time across your face
See the smoke stacks rising up like fvck you towers?
My girlfriend sang like a hummingbird today
until that cough stole her voice and fed it to the furnance.
Shrew laugh, trench throat..
There's a party on the 16th floor.
this apartments paper thin walls....
you know your neighbors sobs by heart.
Tight coil, cold grin...
Highways wrapped around my body like a snake.
Got a view of a cement lawn, amputated horizons.
Thanks for the survival rags.
thanks for the soiled skies.
thanks for the fvcked up future.
We can learn to love misery.
Was it just last night
that I woke up to a snarling baby?
Did I hear it right?
He begged his mother, Feed me to the forest!
The factory is singing us to sleepless beds tonight.
Lungs like twin garbage sacks sucking charcoal breath tonight.
Sick squeal, dull moan...
Looks like your neighbors found another victim.
Screams Help but no one comes.
honey won't you turn the TV on?
Brown summer, stench wind...
the globe spinning on a rusty hinge.
Get in your car go to your job
like a train that's being robbed.
---
"Trash Flavored Trash"
I've spent
22 years in this zoo of broken faces.
Parents and school children watch me sit on this neon nest, naked.
There's a girl in a cage making love to a switchblade
there's a man behind bars milking abandoned cars.
there's a priest in shackles building bombs out of bibles.
And piano wire vines and the men in the pines
that spin round and round and round and round and round.
take me to the pit of celebrity pregnancies.
I want to wear the skin of a magazine baby.
Take me to the pit of celebrity pregnancies.
The five o'clock news is a fvcking fantasy.
I stole the rice from the beggars death bowl
in this zoo of broken faces.
I told a widow that she was beautiful
when half of her smile was missing.
and I know my addition:
gun plus gun equals bang bang bang.
And I know my division:
trash into trash equals trash flavored trash.
I wanna see more dirty places.
Take me to the hall of filthy faces.
There's a girl behind chicken wire coughing up ghosts.
There's a housewife in a cage that vacuums all day.
There's a boy in a toupee speaking in resumes.
and the teeth-heads with no eyes on the carousl rides that spin
round and round and round and round and round.
I've paid my submission.
I've seen the petition.
I've done my addition.
And I've done my division:
trash into trash equals trash flavored trash.
----
"Love Rhymes With Hideous Car Wreck"
Those tire tracks
zigzag your torso like a Devil's self portrait.
The car accident, the skin graft treatment, the flower baskets,
the wincing relatives...
you bid her farewell then got in your car
and that's the last thing that you can recall.
and when they pulled you out
you didn't know your name
exploding semi truck blurred your face with flame...
you met Jane four years ago today
dancing at some vomit-stained frat party.
Her newspaper gown, glowing headline brown, her violent gypsy dance,
her tired underpants...
Love [x9]
rhymes with pity now
Love [x9]
rhymes with sympathy now
Jane let you touch and feel her
she was so free like a pineapple in a tree
You said it's dangerous
to be so intimate
You know it's dangerous, dangerous, dangerous.
Jane said when she laid on her back
the sun hit her body like an ugly landscape.
But some things never get better
like used cars and bad livers.
So you traded her in for a better looking brand.
One with fake porno t^ts
a pad lock on her lips
disposable tan
biodegradable hands.
Back at the hospital
you got no visitors at all.
She visits you in your sleep,
but that newspaper gown is always on fire [x2]
She met him a week after you left her
when you tossed out her touch to the garbage collector.
He talked her out of her skirt in his beer-soaked apartment
and then they did all the things
you never said that you wanted.
And the sirens are laughing underneath your skull.
And your thoughts are turning dull, callous and cold.
Yesterday you gave your burden a name.
Yesterday you gave your burden a face.
But your burden looks an awful lot like her.
Love [x9]
rhymes with pity now
Love [x9]
rhymes with sympathy now
god i love the blood brothers.
