War Song from Hypnagogic Rope by Blowflies

Turn over
Turn over
Turn and face me
I wanna see you

What are we made of
Sheets of paper and we’re running out of glue
Now I’m digging
Digging a grave for you

Gangs of personality
And ugly sluts that don’t know how to party
Just tell them they’re pretty
And that you’re sorry their God’s so shitty

Tattooing a bleach-blond
Boys in cashmere with knuckles of lead
She wants to see the other side
Loose in her gums and the hairs on her head

Free riding
That’s what you’re called when you’ve got nothing else to give
Turn over
Read my bruises blind on the cracks of my ribs

Hold my gun for me
Put your head next to mine and my hand over yours
It’ll be like we’re dancing
If we make this a tragedy they’ll miss us more

No that’s not right either
They had to fight to be where we are and
we’d be disgracing them
They don’t deserve it, no they don’t deserve it

Get in the freezer
They’re shooting at us
Put your head in my collar
We can learn how to love

Like nobody’s watching
‘Cause everyone’s watching
They’re shooting at us
I want to see the other side
(Is there any other side)

They don’t deserve it (they don’t deserve it)
And we don’t deserve it (we don’t deserve it)
We’d be disgracing them (turn over)
Turn over (turn over)

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