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Machines Of Loving Grace Machines Of Loving Grace Weatherman Get off the streets and rise from the pressure And burst out laughing, get off Where the cops all wear leather-eyed amphetamine stares Bleed kid, get off the street kid Everybody knows it's going to explode you see Bleed kid, get off the street kid Everybody knows it's all wired, it's all wired Weatherman, think it over You've got a moment's respite Weatherman, get it over Infiltrate your inside There was a film, there was a nightmare Cielo Drive up on the right there Some people say the weather's no different >From what we had yesterday But there's a house on the hill Where the children all kill their playthings And plant them like barrels of toxic hatred Bleed kid, get off the street kid Everybody knows it's going to explode you see Bleed kid, get off the street kid Everybody knows it's all wired, it's all wired Weatherman, you get it over We penetrate your disguise Weatherman, get it over Twist the fork in her spine Bleed kid, get off the street kid Weatherman, you're taking over Weatherman, get it over |
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