Из альбома: Post Apocalyptic Love

With these metal hands we pick you right up from the ground
We were happy, shameless, before Arnie(?) came around
And the sound dies out now
And the sound died out
And the sound dies out

On my hands, little burns
Give me life in return

Little mouths that feed here
Mushroom clouds that draw near
Boy meats girl, and girl steals his potential to be cruel

And the sound dies out now
And the sound died out
And the sound dies out now

On my hands, little burns
Give me life in return
On my hands, little burns
Give me life in return

Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah

Now its scattered all around
This used to be a playground
Blocks and dolls and pencils
Unaware of hassel

And the sound dies out now
And the sound died out
And the sound dies out now

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