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ha ha ha

wake up in the dark

the after-taste of anger in the back of my mouth

spit it on the wall

and cough some more

and scrape my skin with razor blades



and make up in the new blood

and try to look so good

follow me

make up in the new blood

and follow me to where the real fun is

ha ha ha



as stale and selfish as a sick dog

spurning sex like an animal of god

i'll tear your red hair by the roots

and hold you blazing

hold you cherished in the dead electric light



your face

i'll never see you this way again

i captured it so perfectly

as if i knew you'd disappear away



shake shake shake shake

shake shake shake shake

shake dog shake

shake shake shake shake

shake shake shake shake

shake dog shake



you hit me again

you howl and hit me again

the same sharp pain

wakes me in the dark

and cuts me from my throat to my pounding heart

my heart

my shaking heart

my howl my shake dog



oh shake dog shake

shake shake

shake dog shake



but we slept all night in the virgin's bed

and dreamed of death

and breathed like sick dogs

we slept all night in the virgin's bed

and breathed like death

and dreamed of sick dogs



shake shake

shake dog shake



wake up wake up wake up

shake dog shake

wake up wake up wake up

shake dog shake

wake up in the new blood

make up in the new blood

shake up in the new blood

and follow me to where the real fun is

shake dog shake