Figurative Theatre (Die Krupps Extended Version)
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The shallow holes of a thousand eyes
In the knee-deep graves of future survivors
The flesh is scare still all children of the past
And their aging fingers cast the shadow of death
The shadow of death
Their razor sharp tongues invite to relax
As they slip the skin on your eyelids back
Invasive spectators get into the act
With roses and candles, silver knives and
The summering women
Dance with priests from a side road
Your vision perspectives
They're turning to stone
The cavalry slide shows start shooting their load
And act one is the end
And the show now begins
Their razor sharp tongues invite to relax
As they slip the skin on your eyelids back
Invasive spectators get into the act
With roses and candles, silver knives and
Red ballet prancers
Spin on porcelain backbones
A child's mothered cry turns into hilarity
Ungracious freeloaders
They leave their dead on my doorstep
And flowers of doom all bloom in prosperity
Their razor sharp tongues invite to relax
As they slip the skin on your eyelids back
Invasive spectators get into the act
With roses and candles, silver knives and spoons
Silver knives and spoons
Silver knives and
Silver knives and spoons
The luxuries of past days are
The luxuries of our days
The luxuries of past days are
The luxuries of our days
Their razor sharp tongues invite to relax
As they slip the skin on your eyelids back
Invasive spectators get into the act
With roses and candles, silver knives and spoons
Silver knives and spoons
The shallow holes of a thousand eyes
In the knee-deep graves of future survivors
The flesh is scare still all children of the past
And their aging fingers cast the shadow of death
The shadow of death
Their razor sharp tongues invite to relax
As they slip the skin on your eyelids back
Invasive spectators get into the act
With roses and candles, silver knives and
The summering women
Dance with priests from a side road
Your vision perspectives
They're turning to stone
The cavalry slide shows start shooting their load
And act one is the end
And the show now begins
The luxuries of past days are
The luxuries of our days
The luxuries of past days are
The luxuries of our days
Their razor sharp tongues invite to relax
As they slip the skin on your eyelids back
Invasive spectators get into the act
With roses and candles, silver knives and spoons
Silver knives and spoons