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ACID BATH LYRICS
"Radio Edits 1" (1994 EP)
1. Toubabo Koomi
2. The Bones of Baby Dolls
3. Tranquilized
4. The Bones of Baby Dolls
5. Scream of the Butterfly
6. The Bones of Baby Dolls
1. Toubabo Koomi
we wanna see some blood
we need a new whore
we don't give a fuck
we just want more
blood
we want
blood
we want blood
I'm gonna fuck the whole in Kennedy's head
revolt deface resist
push the button
Lgalize Freedom
let's shoot the president,
rape the queen
and feel the flowers breath again
inside this dead machine
swimming into nowhere
thrill kill avenue,
cuttin' her slowly
liberty, she crawls to me
I slept the last mile on our way to endsville
shove it inside her
spectro-trippin on
I slept the last mile on our way to endsville
spread your legs,
don't look at me
cut me, rape me, make me free
breeders screaming dreaming bloodless
for the loveless
white sound, oceans of dreams
I won't be another number on the screen
shhhhh: I wanna hear you scream
I won't be another number
white sound, jet black scream
vomiting this cold mass of hate
I'm gonna push my love
through her skull
through her skull
through her skull
through her skull
through her
I have heard abortion
stories from the leather nun
holding hands with dead girls
hiding from the sun
I did a line
I did a line
I did a line
I did a line
the lines that define begin to gray and fade now
we shoot out the lights and swallow razor blades
I feel nothing for the meat that came before
liberty, she crawled to me playing the whore
2. The Bones of Baby Dolls
flower girls play lover
grave games in the courtyard
I heard her screaming like a radio
flower girls play lover
grave games in the courtyard
I heard her screaming like a radio
mary lou left marks on you
she just screams at the walls
the kite string pops
I'm swallowed whole by the sky
we smoke the bones of baby dolls
techno-liquid screaming meat
heaven's cold beneath my feet
cyber love the anti-man we make love... because we can
virgins play where the bayou's blue
barefoot (and bloody) eatin' mushroom stew
work for pay and pay for freedom
fuck 'em all, we don't need 'em
we smoke the bones of baby dolls
everything's gone dry
like bottle glass scraping cross the pavement
everything's gone dry
like bottle glass scraping cross the pavement
everything's gone dry
like bottle glass scraping cross the pavement
everything's gone dry
like bottle glass scraping cross the pavement
3. Tranquilized
Sedated and lazy
Cold skies full of blue
The sun burns forever
It reminds me of you
On your dead shore
The sand is warm
She hides her tears and quickly lets it die
I will make it through even without you
My sky will be blue
I live tranquilized
Slow motion, liquid universe
I'm feeling nowhere
It doesn't matter where we go because I already been there
On your dead shore
The sand is warm
She hides her tears and quickly lets it die
Their dying of rabies, eating their babies
In a fields of dead daisies
I live tranquilized
I live (yeah..)
I live (yeah..)
I live (yeah..)
I live
I live
I live
I live
Tranquilized....
I'm numb (yeah..) and unfeeling
So I just burn and stare at the ceiling
I'm here but so far away
I see your mouth moving but can't hear what you say
And I don't think I'd give a fuck...anyway!
4. The Bones of Baby Dolls
flower girls play lover
grave games in the courtyard
I heard her screaming like a radio
flower girls play lover
grave games in the courtyard
I heard her screaming like a radio
mary lou left marks on you
she just screams at the walls
the kite string pops
I'm swallowed whole by the sky
we smoke the bones of baby dolls
techno-liquid screaming meat
heaven's cold beneath my feet
cyber love the anti-man we make love... because we can
virgins play where the bayou's blue
barefoot (and bloody) eatin' mushroom stew
work for pay and pay for freedom
fuck 'em all, we don't need 'em
we smoke the bones of baby dolls
everything's gone dry
like bottle glass scraping cross the pavement
everything's gone dry
like bottle glass scraping cross the pavement
everything's gone dry
like bottle glass scraping cross the pavement
everything's gone dry
like bottle glass scraping cross the pavement
5. Scream of the Butterfly
A creature made of sunshine
her eyes were like the sky
Rabbit howls like something old
As we twitch to a lullaby
The scapel shines in god's sunshine
The Streetlights whisper pain
Down here near the poison stream
our god has gone insane
She smiles like a child with flowers in her hair
with blood on her hands
into the sun she stares
She feels it die
I heard her cry
She smiles like a child with flowers in her hair
with blood on her hands
into the sun she stares
She feels it die
I heard her cry...
like the scream of the butterfly
Sunshine in the house of flames
she loves it where she gets it
but it's never felt the same
surgery, in the house of dissection
when your candle burns out..I'll resurrect you
she runs
through fields of daisies
yeah, it's just a shame that they eat their own babies
Who cares
cos the air is free
when you get there will you kiss the dead for me?
there's blood on the moon and the summer is cold
there's love in the room
but baby that's getting old
there's blood on my face sittin' on uhh dead shore
A highway,highway of emptiness and I'm getting bored
There's blood on the moon as we plan our escape
The goddess in bloom
handcuffed and raped
There's blood in the bathtub baby
murder the king
there's blood on the moon
there's blood on just about everything
Sunshine in the house of flames
she loves it where she gets it
but it's never felt the same
surgery, in the house of dissection
when your candle burns out..I'll resurrect you
she runs
through fields of daisies
yeah, it's just a shame that they eat their own babies
Who cares
cos the air is free
when you get there will you kiss the dead for me?
Something cold is forced inside her
a tears spill down her cheek
stillborn songs of a dead dreamer
hymn's of a needle freak
With sunlight in her hair she smiles like she don't care
her dreams of liquid blue
I cut my self again and again to remind myslef of you
She smiles like a child with flowers in her hair
with blood on her hands
into the sun she stares
She feels it die
I heard her cry...
She smiles like a child with flowers in her hair
with blood on her hands
into the sun she stares
She feels it die
I heard her cry...
like the scream of the butterfly
I like the scream of the butterfly
I met an angel with a sawed-off shotgun
wanted by the FBI
we dropped some acid
killed our parents
then we hit the road
I like the scream of the butterfly
6. The Bones of Baby Dolls
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