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Liquorice Alltime Lyrics

Slime filth bildge and alienation live in the
world experience non-event Non-live own up to
nighting except poodles in the microwave oven and
pillocks On the Phillips TV; bare of any
meaningful pith bereft of any reason or raisin
Puking in the back alleys of beaten up arms
dealers vocal chords Place in our time chips in
our alcohol prannies in our way Place in our time
Place in our time Liquorice alltime Stream of s***
conciousness drunken heretic in an afternoon of
tragic Sunsets and foggy mornings, tragedy
eyebrows, the rivers run with blood From my ears
like an electric mistress at point blank through
the frontal Lobes and back onto the dole and into
the scratching paupers grave of daily Drudge in
the Thatcherdom of discontent and the greater
Galtieri of Disappearance and gall bladder melt
down Place in our time Place in our time Liquorice
alltime Dehydration. Bleeding mothers with totally
infinitely traumatised human Sausages in the
greater green pea soup of azure weather maps and
bullshit Representation of Jack Frost God me stood
at the bar sober as a Newton's Apple falling
through transcending universes of seven dimensions
looking For eight in the greedy onslaught for
knowledge and total disregard for Anything past
future including history Falling, we're falling,
take me home my lovely to your first time bed and
Let me lie with you until they bury us in
liquorice alltime, come my love we Face
togetherness in the tragedy of all time Liquorice
alltime
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Garden of Uranium/Descendants of Smith (1988)