one of their latest:
There's a girl in a cage,
making love to a switchblade.
There's a man behind bars,
milking abandoned cars.
There's a priest in shackles,
building bombs out of bibles.
And piano wire vines and the men in the pines.
That
spin round, and round, and round, and round, and round.
(come on, come on!)
Take me to the pit of celebrity pregancies.
(come on, come on, come on!)
I wanna wear the
skin of a magazine
baby.
(come on, come on!)
Take me to the pit of
broken faces.
(come on, come on, come on!)
the five
o'clock news is a fucking fantasy.