The Blood Brothers New York Slave Lyrics
sponsored linksIt throbbed and hissed like a rabid jewel.
From the back of the chapel cracked
and crystal our gaze locked in temptation.
A priest with a glass eye sang songs of Christian desperation,
the flower girls were all sown up.
They're hanging from the rafter,
showering your matrimony like a guillotine's laughter.
"Dearly beloved we are gathered here to witness,
the sacred union of vibrancy and sickness...
Do you take this man with the diamond skin tie?
and when you are fucking him will you scream dollar signs?
Let me introduce you to a new phrase...
New York noose for a New York slave."
Stained glass eyes wink through Mother Mary's navelscope...
Whose pupils are watching?
The priest's tongue slips out like a jackal,
every eye in the audience spinning like a drill.
The groom plucks a key from the rapture tree
and opens her ribcage like a squealing armoire.
Her lungs and liver screaming mercy mercy mercy,
while they rearrange the wires in her heart.
I now pronounce you smiling like a grave,
I now pronounce you a New York slave.
Now every dripping chest wound is getting little guilt feeling.
What about your new life do you crave?
He's your ticket to fame
but you're his New York slave.
March On Electric Children Track Listing
1 Birth Skin / Death Leather
2 Meet Me at the Waterfront After the Social
3 March On Electric Children!
4 New York Slave
5 Kiss of the Octopus
6 Siamese Gun
7 Mr. Electric Ocean
8 Junkyard J. vs. The Skin Army Girlz / High Fives, LA Hives
9 American Vultures
Written by: Cody Votolato, John Whitney, Jordan Blilie, Mark Sunil Gajadhar, Morgan Henderson
Lyrics © MOTHERSHIP MUSIC PUBLISHING