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The Lightning Rod Salesman lyrics
Black with blood and conduction we sniff dry ground
I'm a lightning bolt like a toy that chokes
Open hands will open throats
I'm a single flashing curse that finds you in the universe
Oh, the views you see over cross danglings
What should we do with your body?
Oh, the view you see will be astounding
All of the beautiful bodies
There will be family pets roaming our streets
They belly up to the scent of the hospitals
And of the rotting meat
I'm a lightning strike that will circle the sky
You will swallow your teeth
Your wool smells brown with burn
All shepherds eat their herds
I can show you the way
The lightning rods are like fingers of God
And I'll have you pictured in my head
All of you butchered in your beds
I can have this arranged
The willing whore is the hand of the Lord
And I'll have you pictured in my head
All of you butchered in your beds
'Cause God is everywhere
God is everywhere
Over funeral screams and wedding dreams
What should we do with the bodies?
The sweet release, the sound of sighing
All of your beautiful bodies
To the birthing scene or suicide bombings
What should we do with the bodies?
The sweet release, the slow resigning
All of your beautiful bodies
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