The Blood Brothers Time for Tenderness Lyrics
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Album: Track 9 on This Adultery Is Ripe
sponsored linksInside a house sown out of human flesh.
A palace of skin graft architecture.
Oh desolation! I can't stand to fuck these walls.
Desolation! I can't stand to suck these halls.
But how do I sleep when the skin I stroke
underneath the sheets is mannequin plastique?
And I wonder where the girl who slept beside me has gone.
When the faces in the photos stare with glass eyed mystique
Tick, tick, tick, tock I watch the clock for tenderness.