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If the search has been long and futile and brutal
And if you squint trying to reconnect the bosom of your hood rum love (hey baby)
You reach out and into the absence and gasping
The vastness grabs you like an alien embrace
Your face to it's face
No end and neither beginning you're spinning
Your breathless orb but in a dark and hateful star
An evil world
Where would I ever be without you?
How could I hope to seize the tablet of values and redact it?
Foolish I know but I'm about to die
About to die
Your life must surely be ending and trembling
You realize you never lived a day at all (Wait)
And it's all your fault (Wow)
It all seems unspeakably vile and while
You wretch the memory above, you understood
The vandal lies into his hood
Where would I ever be without you?
How could I hope to seize the tablet of values and redact 'em?
Foolish I know but I'm about to die
About to die
Look there the goblins dressed up like a wound
Mutants are vagrant and hateful
Look there the mirror a zombie stands staring
Vacant and glaring pronouncing your name
As you're saying
About to die
Where would I ever be without you? (No fucking clue)
How could I hope to seize the tablet of values and redact it?
Foolish I know but I'm about to die
About to die
About to die
You're already dead
But you're about to die
(Damn, you got it)
(Alright awesome)
And if you squint trying to reconnect the bosom of your hood rum love (hey baby)
You reach out and into the absence and gasping
The vastness grabs you like an alien embrace
Your face to it's face
No end and neither beginning you're spinning
Your breathless orb but in a dark and hateful star
An evil world
Where would I ever be without you?
How could I hope to seize the tablet of values and redact it?
Foolish I know but I'm about to die
About to die
Your life must surely be ending and trembling
You realize you never lived a day at all (Wait)
And it's all your fault (Wow)
It all seems unspeakably vile and while
You wretch the memory above, you understood
The vandal lies into his hood
Where would I ever be without you?
How could I hope to seize the tablet of values and redact 'em?
Foolish I know but I'm about to die
About to die
Look there the goblins dressed up like a wound
Mutants are vagrant and hateful
Look there the mirror a zombie stands staring
Vacant and glaring pronouncing your name
As you're saying
About to die
Where would I ever be without you? (No fucking clue)
How could I hope to seize the tablet of values and redact it?
Foolish I know but I'm about to die
About to die
About to die
You're already dead
But you're about to die
(Damn, you got it)
(Alright awesome)
Lyrics submitted by billjohn
Track duration: 03:59
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You leave your "hoodlum love" and you're forced to define your own place in the world without her.
My pick of the album for sure!!!
If the search has been long and futile
and brutal,
and if you squint trying to recollect the bosom
of your hoodlum love...
(Hey, baby)
You reach out and into the absence
and, gasping,
the vastness grabs you like an alien embrace,
your face to its face...
No end, and neither beginning.
You're spinning --
you're breathless, orbiting a dark and hateful star,
an evil world.
Where would I ever be without you?
How could I hope to seize the tablet
of values
and redact it?
Foolish I know.
But I'm about to die,
about to die,
about to die,
about to die.
Your life must surely be ending,
and, trembling,
you realize you never lived a day at all, (Wait...)
and it's all your fault. (Wow!)
It all seems unspeakably vile,
and while
you wretch the memory of all you understood,
the vandal laughs into his hood.
Where would I ever be without you?
How could I hope to seize the tablet
of values
and redact 'em?
Foolish I know.
But I'm about to die,
about to die,
about to die,
about to die.
Look there, the goblin's dressed up like a wound.
Mutants are vagrant and hateful.
Look there, the mirror: a zombie stands staring,
vacant and glaring, pronouncing your name.
As you're saying...
('bout to die, 'bout to die...)
About to die,
about to die.
('bout to die, 'bout to die...)
Where would I ever be without you? (...no fucking clue.)
How could I hope to seize the tablet
of values
and redact it?
Foolish I know.
But I'm about to die,
about to die,
about to die,
about to die.
('bout to die, 'bout to die...)
About to die,
about to die.
('bout to die, 'bout to die...)
(You're already dead... but you're about to die)
And if you squint trying to recollect the bosom of your hoodrum love (hey baby)
You reach out and into the absence and gasping
The vastness grabs you like an alien embrace
Your face to its face
No end and neither beginning, you're spinning
Your breathless orbit in a dark and hateful star
An evil world
Where would I ever be without you?
How could I hope to seize the tablet of values and redact it?
Foolish, I know, but I'm about to die
About to die
About to die
About to die
Your life must surely be ending and trembling
You realize you never lived a day at all and it's all your fault
It all seems unspeakably vile and while
You wretch the memory of all you understood
The vandal laughs into his hood
Where would I ever be without you?
How could I hope to sieze the tablet of values and redact 'em?
Foolish, I know, but I'm about to die
About to die
About to die
About to die
Look there, the goblins dressed up like a wound
Mutants are vagrant and hateful
Look there, the mirror, a zombie stands staring
Vacant and glaring pronouncing your name
As you're saying*
'Bout to die
'Bout to die (about to die)
'Bout to die (about, about to die)
'Bout to die
Where would I ever be without you?
How could I hope to sieze the tablet of values and redact it?
Foolish, I know, but I'm about to die
About to die
About to die
About to die
About to die (repeated)
You're already dead (repeated)
But you're about to die
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