28 Staples Lyrics

• Found one bullet that can penetrate angels
• Looking straight down at these 28 staples
• See my age like a semi-buff unhinged bitch in denial that could never stay faithful
• Got the wench in bed with my past with the rave crew bright eyes drenched in the dark
• They were spewing out chewed up news from a few years back, can you hear that?
• (Bruv, where the beer at?)
• Seventeen teenage kicks to the cranium foot-long wound full of tough titanium
• Snapped arm swinging in the Mediterranean, steps to developing the flesh of an alien
• The perils of a rock-star spread with his brains ripped out
• When the flames lick round the horizon
• The shock set the sea alight freeing every demon I see at night
• Skipping on a wave of excitement
• It's strange
• Rip every plug from the mains
• Excuse my excuses delusional thoughts mix well with the numbness
• A cocktail best served dashed in the drain
• So retreat, tie up the noose with your teeth
• Leap from the black and blue world at your feet
• See 'em swing see 'em twitch, I was busy banging chicks getting fucked with the freaks
• And just when you think you surpassed mortality, master of all in a cardboard galaxy
• The last black hole threw my passport back at me, a border control handcuffed to reality
• Bleep bleep, shackle him
• Old men in hospital gowns stammering
• It just takes one gallon of paraffin
• To burn a whole planet of inanimate mannequins
• And either, I'll strike the match for you and back away a diamond encrusted creature or
• We can all morph into plastic in shop front displays at the rave at the front left speaker
• A second rate jesus with scarlet fever turns old single malt to bacardi breezer on the corner
• And talks with a dark demeanor about that regression
• Eureka

• Summertime and the living was simple, uncut Bolivian and hideous crystal
• Star prize for the millionth ring-pull, if its gone too far give me a signal
• Taking care of yourself is a mugs game freeze in excitement and melt in the mundane
• I'll be right here, trippin' out bobbing up and down
• Ripping out limbs and I wouldn't make one change
• Well, well, well
• I might make one
• Shit
• Stick around for the ice-age son, son
• Slip a bright tin on a soul-snapping par
• Yeah, shit, but never pick at that volcanic scar
• Stepping in a parallel dimension, filled full of maggots and their paranoid henchmen
• An awkward exchanges by collard up cracks an amputee geeks at the grim-out convention
• Spill out the bedroom, tramp in a slut-suit swing for your outline, rape your reflection
• A pig-headed chef force feeds an infection, a stump-toothed child with a six-figure pension
• Cue for the cheque, the wrinkles on the rips never suited my flesh
• I was stretched on a next front page of the rocket fuel catalogue
• Smashed mirrors glued to my chest, high-v
• Still grimey, slumped in the stocks
• Funny how we all must've shrunk in the wash
• But could never stay clean, forever eighteen
• Take 28 reasons to renovate, scream

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