The Blood Brothers Follow

this telepathic hangover gnaws the nipples off my neck.
well, when you suck off those machine guns, mister, what do you expect?
i crawled through 60,000 yards of carnival graveyards,
witches with obscene riches chasing my mirage.
i'm the unicorn with tar teeth chewing spandex nightmares.
my spine's a limousine that drives all night but never goes anywhere.
if i sang instead of screamed when you crushed me with your corvette
would you sell your jet for a microphone and record the opera of deathbeds?
stare into the gruesome lights all night and never see a fucking thing.
count weddings on our fingertips and wonder why our love's so cheap.

summer dress, so apocalyptic.
in glossy treetops teens clap while they kiss.
in neon pastures pin-ups hook to your chest.
out on the streets at night the money's well spent.
and pissed-off babies turn to pissed-off children.