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Best song lyrics in the world by far.
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You don't trade money here
you trade information and skin
right now there are thousands of forgotten people
trying to remember you
children are killed because they write
an enemy's name backwards on the wall
young girls tie ribbons around their slender throats
trying to keep their heads on
chocolate boy walks to ice cream truck for vanilla cone
is shot dead three times
this city kills its young
the angels all have guns now
no one here has goals like get a job, get married, have kids
the ambitions are wake up, breathe, keep breathing
no desire to get rich, become famous, move out
the ambitions are wake up, breathe, keep breathing
every woman who walks by is every woman you'll never have
beautiful, quick and poisonous as mercury
this city is full of women, slim and busy
hoping there is room in some man's life for them
women sort through the dead bodies like bags of laundry
with exhausted mama eye
sigh because they are too dry for tears
people huddle in kitchens clasp their hands
celebrating
something has tried to kill them and failed
nightclub men twitch
too subdued to recognize apocalypse
you have driven these streets a thousand times
and all they offer is their exhaustion
your nightmares have your name now
you exit the glitter storm, go home alone
and embrace the violence instead
this city has claimed all your blood and memory
this is cool and unusual punishment
you go for years without touching another
never think of the why
you are so casual about brutality
doctor says "take this it'll settle you down"
doctor says "take this it'll settle your system"
doctor says "take this we'll settle the bill"
doctor says "take this it'll settle the score"
there's a voice in the loudspeaker and she speaks your language
doesn't need to stay, can disappear when the wife walks in
(here comes the interrogation room scene
today's the day you're gonna get caught
you're terrified of what you crave
don't get delighted they want you scared
the sweet things don't stick around
but the bullshit lasts forever
please press pound
you're dual-channelling for new friends
or just new things to envy
who's running the machine you run on?
wish you had someone to speak code with
wish you had someone to steal things for
wish you had someone to fuck you so you could finally go to sleep.
you just want to die a little bit.
ink and paint is making you faint
in your pale pale shirts, stolen from uptown stores.
watch the girls in the twin sweater sets
smoke, cough, throw up.
teeth-scraped knuckles are a telltale sign.
get in the car get in the car get in the car
and what you hear is the sound of impact.
turn around slowly and check your body for bruises.
there is no one here to take care of you.
open-mouthed, waiting for a candy kiss
and all you get is rain communion.
between lap dances and laptops
you seek girls who fuck like they're boneless.
you're 38 and your job is telling 14 year old boys
what to think is cool.
are you laughing? they are
and this one is a fire and that one is a flame
and this one is a spark and that one is a match
you put out in your mouth when no one was looking.
and in your dreams your grandparents live forever
and you throw your love into the air like glitter
swallowing stars, spitting up stardust.
mothers wring their hands and say: "I'm so at a loss."
best friend says "I have come not to praise you, but to destroy you
with my barefucking hands."
the girl on the television says: "you all work for me now."
boss says: "c'mere, let me hit you just once."
man on the street says: "I can make any woman kill herself in a year."
so you drive your dead body home at night
and when you sleep
the angels' kisses are mercury mercury
breaking love into lust
grinding pearls into dust.
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