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Translation: Dead Can Dance. Mother Tongue.
my brain Somethings very wrong, I can't describe this pain I'm calling for my mother, I'm crawling up the stairs My mothers laughing at me and she's been dead
numb from the bullets I hum And when they hit, black mothers have fits, I don't give a shit Fool, I'm a vet you can bet That I could dance underwater
, wait, give me a beat from eight-oh wait happened to your lips, you can't prove your telling the truth, you can't hurry beauty like you can't escape
are judged, and twist in this storm like birds over sails. III I have caught the dead again: I click my eyes And there they are, mercurial ghosts, formed And moving; so the dead
from the dead Lost tribes Pounding their drums See the cobra come Naked son Dance fire medicine man Kundalini rise up from the dead Strike back at the black tongue
leave your baggage on the curb with the trash can. it aint like i seen you in maxim. relax with the tap dance. lights camera lap dance. cook it up.
art police and all related governments To infiltrate a human lung and hike up off his tongue and lip Ah? money?s in the market for a mother-ship Double
t herself tonight [Dance Captain] But tonight's your sister act. [Velma Kelly] Don't sweat it. I'll can do it alone. Shit! All right! [Dance Captain
about to happen in the next few hours I've entered a world with billions of flowers Pixies all dancing all around my head Chillin' to the melodies of the Grateful Dead
m puffing the sack cold and smoldered flesh, holding the fresh cancer infested colon How can I make my point to you fools? I'll drop a dead a&r off
all related governments To infiltrate a human lung and hike up off his tongue and lip Ahh... Money's in the market for a mother ship Double as a vessel
, tangling my brain Somethings wery wrong I can't describe this pain I'm calling for my mother, I'm crawling up the stairs My mothers laughing at me, and she's been dead
I hum and when they hit black mothers have fits I don't give a shit [Chorus] [Mack 10] Fool I'm a vet you can bet that I could dance underwater and not
spectre with fury ablaze In sheets of sharp silver laid youthful to die reborn into vengeance, dark flames dance in grace Dark flames dance in grace
clever boy said so, it feels fine to me We sing and we dance and make eyes at their heads Have photographs taken to make us look dead They dance and
