Blood Brothers

Here comes the man with concussions in his pocket
Here comes the man with a laser-guided rocket
Here comes the man with a fistful of pills so you can kill with no remorse
With no recourse, dance on your conscience until it's a corpse
War never ends
War never begins
Hoist up the hag of destitution!
His mouth's an empty room where wild woes wander
Young machetes in lingerie charm us all into a frenzy
His mouth's an empty hole full of quadriplegics
Here comes the man
So you charge into battle, muscles rippling, tanks tingling
Before you fire a shot a white flash feels up your flesh
And cloaks you in a robe of blood, maydays you in a ship of mud
War never ends
War never begins
Hoist up the hag of destitution!
His mouth's an empty room where wild woes sleep sow
Young machetes in lingerie charm us all into a frenzy
His mouth's an empty hole full of quadriplegics
They left you for dead in the desert haunted with the ghosts of prostitutes
They want you!
They want you!
Dress my corpse up in a low-cut dress
Drizzle lipstick on my charred french kiss
Dip my severed jaw in cheap cologne
Push-up bras dangling from snapped elbows
But death's just death no matter how you dress it up