"Flies In The Waste" lyrics - THE SILENCERS

This kinda thing can get out of hand
If it's left untreated!
Yeah!

We're flies in the waste of terra infirma
Alive and atomized, we're on a roll
We're flies in the waste of terra infirma
Alive and atomized, we're on a roll

There's a rash of information
Several viral permutations
Well, it can start as an amoeba
As a flower or as a zebra
For example: he took his clothes off
In a hailstorm a ran a line of car
In his bellbottoms with a big red bottle
And a claddagh ring saying

Techno Babies
Wipe your nose clean
Techno Babies
Wipe your nose clean

Oh, just to taste the dust of diamonds
In a plastic cup
We've a metal avocado
Of plutonium to go
Perpetual emotion
Perpetual emotion
Let's go skiing on the ocean
My venetian blonde bimbo
Caress your mechanism
With my instrument of evil
Drive at Turbo 5
Past the eyelids of the Lord

The manic messiah
Waves his switchblade
The manic messiah
Waves his switchblade
The manic messiah
Has spirits in his lemonade
He has the shotgun virus
Archangels on the dashboard
And cartons on the floor

Well, I've a warmed up voice and a bad head cold
A golden umbrella with a black blindfold
I'm a paid up member of the club of contortion
And now I'm gonna take my guitar for a walk
In the blue-black scrapyard of distortion
Whoo!

I don't really wanna blame ya
But I've a touch a monomania
Since your kimono turned to jelly
From the heat inside your belly
As you were grooving to the Hustle
I could feel my magic muscle
Turn to iron and my firing pin
Was cocked and sacramental
Ooh, cocked and sacramental
Cocked and sacramental

We're flies in the waste of terra infirma
Alive and atomized, we're on a roll
We're flies in the waste of terra infirma
Alive and atomized, we're on a roll

The 12 Carpaccio Commendments:
We all have a history mutilation
A little voodoo comes in handy
If you're looking for some skull, use your head
Go, go, go dancing in the Gobo
And reclaim the cosmos
When the chemical giants get busy
Stay on the beach; don't go swimming in the bleach
Techno Babies, wipe their nose clean
Make sure you don't accidentally join the queue
At the Pavilion of Euthanasia
Take the stones out of yor head
With lasers and erasers
Respect women, birds ad moonlight
Have long conversations with nameless creatures
Above a heavy metal din
Don't grow old; get angry
And when you're angry
Drink Sangria in Mediterranean cafes