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Leatherface – Soundbites lyrics
Super furry dromedary and eyes the colour of a dark red sky
And the weekend should not depend on the weatherman's weather eye
This is the gilt edge of the wedge an average grey story
Of a revolutionary who was boring too
This is the *spilt milk stench* of a wretch an average cold walk home
Avoiding the sunspots and soundbites like snowstorms
A vision that does not focus on the weird but rare
And their total despair the crack whore culture
Mindful of nothing it's catchy and touchy and where is the wealth
This is the guilt end of the wedge an average grey story
Of the revolutionary who was boring too
This is the *spilt milk stain* of wretch, an average cold walk home
Avoiding the sunspots soundbites like snowstorms
And I hope my camel is able to handle all the treacherous journeys home
And I've smelled your sandals and my camels
And yours are truly second to none
This is the guilt end of the wedge an average grey story
Of a revolutionary who was boring too
This is the spilt milk smell of wretch an average cold walk home
And avoiding the sunspots soundbites like snowstorms
And the weekend should not depend on the weatherman's weather eye
This is the gilt edge of the wedge an average grey story
Of a revolutionary who was boring too
This is the *spilt milk stench* of a wretch an average cold walk home
Avoiding the sunspots and soundbites like snowstorms
A vision that does not focus on the weird but rare
And their total despair the crack whore culture
Mindful of nothing it's catchy and touchy and where is the wealth
This is the guilt end of the wedge an average grey story
Of the revolutionary who was boring too
This is the *spilt milk stain* of wretch, an average cold walk home
Avoiding the sunspots soundbites like snowstorms
And I hope my camel is able to handle all the treacherous journeys home
And I've smelled your sandals and my camels
And yours are truly second to none
This is the guilt end of the wedge an average grey story
Of a revolutionary who was boring too
This is the spilt milk smell of wretch an average cold walk home
And avoiding the sunspots soundbites like snowstorms
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