The Voice
Tonight it's too quiet
So I pat through the dark
And call you on the phone
Push your old numbers
And let your house ring
'Till I wake your ghost
Let him walk down your hallway
It's not this quiet
Slide down your receiver
Stand across the wire
Follow my number
Slide into my hand
It's the blaze across my nightgown
It's the phone's ring
Chorus:
I think last night
you were driving circles around me (x3)
I can't drink this coffee
Till I put you in my closet
Let him shoot me down
Let him call m
Albert Speer
We have faced despair
and found a river there
we have faced despair
and found a river there
we have sucked the fruit of disease
and found that it tasted sweet
like meat gone bad
sleep warmly under columns of light
sleep warmly under columns of light
sleep warmly under columns of light
sleep with the fishes tonight
all alone in this recluse car
became afraid of what we are
and what we might not be
in the land of the free
land of the free
land of the free
land of the free
land of the free
smell the ripe overripe budding America
a sweetfaced straightlaced pornographic actress
that's her draw -
no one can believe she'd appear in this smut
her face smiling perfect through innocent teeth
unaware of the debauchery beneath
smiling innocent through perfect teeth
unaware of the wolves running
wild in her streets
in the land of the free
land of the free
land of the free
land of the free
get em up get em
down on their knees
all praise to Allah
who provides what we need
a Swiss precision suicide machine
Jesus Christ
Soul on Ice
sleep with the mother fuckin
fishes tonight