Текст (слова) песни: The Blood Brothers - Fuckings Greatest Hits
Verse 1: Ring out the gong again! Carve out this hymn in skin! When the party blacks out again you`re still eating headlines out of the newspaper bin. Slap the gong again! Carve out this hymn in skin!
Chorus: Happy birthday gelatins smearing bruises on your chin. There`s cake but no mouth, conch but no sound, glossy skeletons boyfriends but no friends.
Verse 2: Ring out the gong again! Carve out this hymn in skin! When they`ve pissed between every sheet of your father`s bed those tears have barcodes waiting to be scanned/scammed. And when they`ve hurled every gutted couch cushion from the living room into your fathers swimming pool, you`re bobbing chlorine apples in the broth bucket of envy`s gruel.
Chorus: Happy birthday gelatins smearing bruises on your chin. There`s cake but no mouth, conch but no sound, glossy skeletons boyfriends but no friends.
Coda: Ring! Ring! Ring out the gong! Son now you`ve made it to the top of their list. Congradulations your fucking`s greatest hit!
Afterward: Behind husks of leather, photo albums sheild their laughter. You thought they`d make you breakfast the morning after? Your fantasy season gangrened off the calander.
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