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    Dazzle  We Hunger Take Me Back Belladonna Swimming Horses Dear Prudence (John Lennon / Paul Mcartney) Bring Me the Head of the Preacher Man Running Town Pointing Bone Blow the House Down  | 
  
swallowing diamonds
  a cutting throat
  your teeth when you grin
  reflecting beams on tombstones
    
    a jamboree of surprises
  playing russian roulette
  or the lucky clip
  a clenched fist to your heart
  coal dust on your lungs
    
    a silver tongue for the chosen one
  heavy magnum in your side or a bloody thorn
    
    skating bullets on angel dust
  in a dead sea of fluid mercury
  baby piano cries
  under your heavy index & thumb
  pull some strings -- let them sing
    
    the stars that shine & the stars that shrink
  in the face of stagnation the water runs
  before your eyes
  dazzle
  it's a glittering prize
a ravenous greed
  for a brood to feed
  a lusting spawn
  on a weekend fawn
    
    do you hunger for this
  sucking leaches feel the need
  sucking dry unsated stomach pops
  sharpened knives with flying sparks
  sagging bodies with stretch marks
  & your belly aches
    
    do you hunger for this
  bled white with avarice
    
    as the rust creeps
  corrosion seeps a rotting seed
  eat me -- feed me
  with your belching foul breath
  your destructive kiss death
  do you hunger for this
    
    the bliss of a sweet kiss
  shanghai'ed on a locust flight
  the thirst from a vampire bite
  fills the emptiness inside
  consuming everything green-eyed
  we hunger
Refrain 1:
    deep in the heart
  of a seething beast
  think of bright lights
  a splendid feast
    
    but something's missing
  she's feeling low
  something's missing
  she's going home
    
    take me back -- I'm feeling low
  take me back -- I'm going home
  take me back -- I'm so alone
  take me back I'm travelling home
    
    suspicious stranger
  there's something wrong
  she is changed
  ah but this is not
    
    she is back
  but she's not home
  she is back
  but she's still alone
  she came back after all this time
  she came back to warning signs
  all is black when the lights are on
  nothing rhymes its been so long
    
    (refrain 1)
where you arrive
  can be home
  where you come from
  isn't always home
    
    take me back -- I'm coming home
  take me back -- where I belong
  take me back I'm leaving home
  take me back I'm coming home
sunrise breaks its fatal perfume
  and I'm dizzy to distraction
  the scented clutches of a siren's lament
  embrace the sound of enchantment
  five fathoms deep, the lovers leap
  the lanterns of skin beckon us in
  o belladonna
  nightfalls decent shrouds her intent
  in a halo of sharks and a skeleton mask
  o belladonna
  daylight devours your unguarded hours
  burnt and charred, this bride of scars
  o belladonna
  lost in the glare, all of us stare
  the patterns of pain, scream out your name
  o belladonna
falling in your, falling in your arms
  fish on a line, learns to live on dry land
  thrown back again to drown
  kinder with poison
  than pushed down a well - or a face burnt to hell
  feel the cruel stones breaking her bones
  dead before born
  words fall in ruins - but no sound
  she's dying of your shame - she maimed by your paw
    
    he gives birth to swimming horses
    
    fish on a line, walking on dry land
  but, back in the water to drown we drown
  floating in sky
    
    he gives birth to swimming horses
    
    take a ride on the tide with the assassin at your side
  the weightlessness under water -- forgets in slow motion
  & washes pointless tortures
    
    he gives birth to swimming horses
    
    floating in sky like fishes can fly through your arms
Bring Me the Head of the Preacher Man
following desire in your eyes
  you're mine you're mine all mine
  following the signs ... in your mind
  you're mine, you're mine, all mine
  bring me the head of the preacher
  man in the sickening daze ...
  o the rotting sun washes down
  the moonshine boys
  the vultures drool
  ... they pluck the gold dust from his eyes
  & pick his bones until they're clean
  the book of sorrows -- the american dreams
  bring me the head of the preacher man
  on the blazing trail
  heaven holds lonestar promise el dorado --
  the insane theatre, once more we rise
  to drain the last of liquid sleep
  the gift of chance
  eating the worm ... as the v{por drops & dances
  & everything stops & dances
  bring me the head of the preacher man
  we tumble down these lonely days
  we tumble down
just a step onto the street
    an uncomfortable heat
    rattlers at your feet
    in running town
    
    helter skelter all a-swelter
    the impetus is seething
    in running town
    a thousand curses
    full speed ahead
    
    lockjaw aggression
    & buzzing imitations
    deride the friendly martian
    in running town
    
    helter skelter all a-swelter
    the impetus is seething
    in running town
    a thousand curses
    full speed ahead
    
    if you gaze into her face
    she'll come back & drown
    all refugees in the sea
    of running town
    
    a thousand curses
    full speed ahead
    
    laughter rebounds & strangles
    that sound in running town
    from the fury pit, a reek of misery
  like a trumpet groan, tornado moan
  the splendor splits like a golden skin
  he and the wizards cry like hummingbirds
  in treasure glows, your weeping wings
  and a slaughter grins, on a pleasure spike
    
    when held on high by the riverside
  like a torn-throat child
  in a jackals hide
  cool water dies, vile diamond eyes
  silent in flamingo ease
  distant in troubled trance
  within a whirlpool, we're breaking our backs
  the tears of the moon
  the sweat of the sun
  sacraficial hearts for a pointing bone
    
    with a gorgons head and a coal of skulls
  they're kindling fires in open wounds
  pointing bone
  in a jaguar skin, blood matted mane
  beacons blaze toward a waning moon
weaving in his basket chair
  'twist you round a lock of hair
  made of straw -- the wicker man
  made of straw -- I'll blow your house down
    
    bishops falling from the windows
  the lightening makes your hair stand on end
    
    this dervish frenzy -- will make you run around
  this dervish frenzy -- will turn your head around
  blow the house down
    
    stretching a rubber band miracles trip over
  feel where we stand
  shift the ground -- caterpillar man
  crumbling castles in the sand
  blow the house down
    
    feebly we put our heads out of our foxy laire
  we feel the chill from the night soare
  standing in the storm -- waiting for the flash to crash
  counting seconds before we turn to ash
    
    it's getting nearer ...
  blow the house down
  this dervish frenzy -- will turn your head around
    
    standing on the stairs that want to fall down
  it's getting nearer don't turn your head around
  made of straw
  a lighted match
  burn the house down
  turn your head around
  pillars of salt watch as it all burns down
  down to the ground
  blow the house down