The Killer Peyote
The Killer Peyote
All Dead
You hate the noise of the street
you like everything you don't see
if you can't be at peace
get out your anger once and for all
You hate the fire in the city
you like the time you don't have
there is no one else, it's just you
play your cards and do it well
And the fact is that...
The rhythm of the bullets is marking the beat
the dead who do not register the massacre
the squares are empty and in the bars are the smiling ones
the psychedelic sirens play the national anthem
Give me a kiss baby
what I want is your saliva
we are all dead
but we have to dance anyway

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