Paint that hack with a red knapsack
Dig a little dirt, turn a red hand black
Don't slap that, sip that honey
Drink that milk, get that money
Making bad news for a baboon in a track suit
With a tattoo of the statue of liberty
Listen to me, where'd you get that ring from? (boy)
Off what frozen hand?
Just one word loose and the whole thing falls to the ground like a noose
Same old truce, brand new break
You could see it in the way that he walked
He was not designed to be a plastic man
Sitting on the couch having plastic thoughts
Not designed to be a plastic man
Sitting on the couch having plastic thoughts
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Whatever that apothecary put into my jar
It made me wanna forget that my body is made of stars (my body is made of stars)
There's fires in all the graves (those fires will never die)
We keep killing all the flames
Whatever that apothecary put into my jar
It made me wanna forget that my body is made of stars (my body is made of stars)
There's fires in all the graves (Those fires will never die)
We keep killing all the flames
(There's fires in the graves)
For dear Pearl, five years old
Six if you count that nine in the belly
Mona Lisa never looked so good as when she showed those teeth
To that first lit match, flicked by dawn
There's fires in the graves 'cuz they can't stop killing 'em young
Flesh and the blood
Wear that guilt 'til it fits like a glove
Gift and a hug, all wrung out
Tongue in the rafters, hung from the mouth
Play that clarinet, but don't forget
What you're getting in return
Slow to dry, quick to burn
King fish pout with a hook in the eye
Born in the dark trying to look at the sky
To remember where he comes from
Ask him why, go head ask him why
Ask him why, go on ask him
She never looked so good as when she's close to home
Token grief, helicopter blades and broken arrow tips on sugar cane
Trunks of ice, there's your slogan pusherman
Left behind those pipered mice to crack the whip instill such chaos
Native sons handed live grenades at their conception
Just so there's no doubt they'll be born to be a weapon
For dear Pearl, five years old
Six if you count that nine in the belly
Mona Lisa never looked so good as when she showed her teeth
To that first lit match, flicked by dawn
There's fires in the graves 'cuz they can't stop killing 'em young
For dear Pearl, five years old
Six if you count that nine in the belly
Mona Lisa never looked so good as when she showed those teeth
To that first lit match, flicked by dawn
There's fires in the graves 'cuz they can't stop killing 'em young