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Luci In The Sky With DemonsI'll spread me open, stuck to my ribsAre all your infants in abortion cribs You run like roaches, you try to die I know your poison, in our space we'll lie To an obscene god, we will dance and spit The skin is thin, in our beds we sit We take off our rings and, we kneel Our scabbed knees are so slow to heal Sketch a little key hole For looking-glass people I don't want to be, no I don't want to fear, no Momma's got a scarecrow Got to let the corn grow A man can't always reap what he sows Cut, cut, cut in pantomime, mime, mime I'll be your devil if you admit you're mine Cut, cut, cut in pantomime, mime, mime I'll be your devil if you admit you're mine Cut, cut, cut in pantomime, mime, mime I'll be your devil if you admit you're mine Cut, cut, cut in pantomime, mime, mime I'll be your devil if you admit you're mine Leave yourself to be ultra-here The chill of fall is always crawling near Spiders in the flowers Never know their smell The barbers here know secrets They will never tell Cut, cut, cut in pantomime, mime, mime I'll be your devil if you admit you're mine Cut, cut, cut in pantomime, mime, mime I'll be your devil if you admit you're mine |