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To Hell In a Handjob

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Shuck, shedding my skin
Devil's at the door and I might just let him in
Though I love them like a brother
me and my friends are sick of each other
Little to do, a positive menial attitude

An ocean house upon collapsing stilts, a breaker coming
The sky's a pall, our blooming bodies wilt
an endless nothing
We're waiting at a waning precipice now
There's salt in all the sugar, ants under the leaves
I believe

A dawn of colours never seen
spill like tears at a memorial bench
A balm for you, a tribute to a guardian angel bored to death
Moral panic breeds goose-stepping
can't just stand by rubbernecking
Malignant noise, solid gold men to Toilet Boys

An ocean house upon collapsing stilts, a breaker coming
The sky's a pall, our blooming bodies wilt
an endless nothing
We're waiting at a waning precipice now
There's salt in all the sugar, ants under the leaves
I believe
(I said I believe!)

There's grief within my flesh and bones
Cut me, watch the sorrow flow
Floating in the flood now
Floating in the flood now
One thousand memes I sent to you, emoji reacted to
This is all we've got now
This is all we've got now

An ocean house upon collapsing stilts
(I see a breaker coming)
The sky's a pall, our blooming bodies wilt
(into an endless nothing)
We're waiting at a waning precipice now
There's salt in all the sugar, ants under the leaves
I believe

There, but for the grace of God
we all go to Hell in a handjob
Undeserved last minute winner
we're into town without our dinner
Mortal joy, so close to Heaven
If I'm first punch, you're two to seven

Compositores: Gareth Paisey, Tom Bromley

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