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The Tear Garden - Feathered Friends

Smoky Joe's done firing, no use hosing the remains

Now we've got drunken heads and charcoal bunnies, funky frosted flakes

Now we've got lava lamps, the toast is coasting, blocking all the drains

And me and you wound up as effigies and made the hall of fame

We are shouting, we are shouting

We are screaming

We are screaming, ahhh

I guess there won't be a model like those folks in old Pompeii

Like Tutankhamen, Cutthroat Canyon, Darby's Dungeons in Marseille

With kiddies poking and provoking, scratching, fucking (out again?)

Now we are shouting, we are shoutingWe are screaming, we are screaming, ahhh ...

We're your heritage, a monument wonderfully preserved

They came to see us by the thousands but we never ever heard

Now I really need to scratch

It's torture that these kids have gone

(And except them?) for the birds

For the birds ...

I'm shouting, I'm shouting

I'm screaming, I'm screaming, for the birds

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If you've been hiding from love

If you've been hiding from love

I can understand where you're coming from

I can understand where you're coming from

If you've suffered enough

If you've suffered enough

I can understand what you're thinking of

I can see the pain that you're frightened of

And I'm only here

To bring you free love

Let's make it clear

That this is free love

No hidden catch

No strings attached

Just free love

No hidden catch

No strings attached

Just free love

I've been running like you

I've been running like you

Now you understand why I'm running scared

Now you understand why I'm running scared

I've been searching for truth

I've been searching for truth

And I haven't been getting anywhere

No I haven't been getting anywhere

And I'm only here

To bring you free love

Let's make it clear

That this is free love

No hidden catch

No strings attached

Just free love

No hidden catch

No strings attached

Just free love

Hey girl

You've got to take this moment

Then let it slip away

Let go of complicated feelings

Then there's no price to pay

We've been running from love

We've been running from love

And we don't know what we're doing here

No we don't know what we're doing here

We're only here

Sharing our free love

Let's make it clear

That this is free love

No hidden catch

No strings attached

Just free love

No hidden catch

No strings attached

Just free love

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I've got to get to you first

Before they do

It's just a question of time

Before they lay their hands on you

And make you just like the rest

I've got to get to you first

It's just a question of time

Well now you're only fifteen

And you look good

I'll take you under my wing

Somebody should

They've persuasive ways

And you believe what they say

It's just a question of time

And it's running out for you

It won't be long

Until you do

Exactly what they want you to

I can see them now

Hanging around

To mess you up

To strip you down

And have their fun

With my little one

Sometimes I don't blame them

For wanting you

You look good

And they need something to do

Until I look at you

And then I condemn them

I know my kind

What goes on in our minds

It's just a question of time

It should be better (with you)

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skinny little bitch-angelspit.

I overcame my bone structure and metabolism

I made myself engage in mind-numbing conversation

A fad diet left me with skin, bone and bitterness

starved myself to a petite listening to repetitive electro shit

Prey to the fairies

she got her wish

tied up and vacuous

she made the switch

step into her carriage

put on the ritz

saliva laced malicious

skinny little bitch (singin’)

LA LA LA LA

hey, like my tats? Full sleeve, Black and White

2 toned, no-ones’ home, in today, out tonight

shiny happy die alone, viscous girls, plastic guys

you keep on scratching my back and I’ll scratch out your eyes

(he is the) home coming queen, hip new breed of clique

wears a Tiara made of daggers and is in the top 8

you throw him a kiss he throws hi-voltage bouquets

if he can’t have your affection then he’ll thrive on your hate

membrane of bitterness

words that rip

Topped of with a tongue with your name on it’s tip

Hatred for a skeleton

ugly and rich

all wrapped up in a skinny little bitch (singin')

LA LA LA LA

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