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Politics

No more politics
I know what's next
Call me hypocrite
and burn down bridges
I got a river
running through my neck
I got a river
running through my heart 
All the blood that spills
runs to the ocean
while the oceans rise up
and mingle with the air
Growing fingertips
and semen stained covers
Singing, mercy me
Oh god
Ecstasy
Oh yeah, right there
Fantastic chick
Strawberry hips
Light me a candle
Blow out my wish
Unconscious It
turns towards the sun
knows where the warmth is
knows what it wants 
wants to be filled in
wants to be filled up
wants to be reborn
to be real loved 
All the babies born
swim from the ocean
All the rain that falls
runs into the sea 
Growing crazy mixed up frogs
that preach the coming of disaster
Singing, mercy me
Oh god
Hell
and ecstasy
El Dorado Blues
Nowhere left to run
Grandma got plutonium
under the rug
Fanatical bliss
Fanatical fat
Fanatics don't let their babies go dancing
You repress the beat
You repress the wine
Your mama mistook you for a lion
She cut off your head
She don't know you're dead
All the streets you rule run red
Now the grass grows green
where the homeless man sleeps
and the mystic sneezes rain showers
I like your polka-dotted panties
and the heat grows desire
as a white back arches
under a hot blue sky
Sunday afternoon in the park
 
No more politics
I know what's next
You call me hypocrite
Come on, burn it down
No more politics
I know what's next
We're all hypocrites
Come on, burn it down
Go on, burn it down
Come on, burn it down