The Blood Brothers
Текст песни Junkyard J. Vs. The Skin Army Girlz / High Fives, LA Hives

"Roll film!" screams Scissor Lips, prepping the flesh with his paper cut hiss. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't
speak as faceless vampires bled the rosy from her cheeks

Scene One, enter Junkyard J: the man with the used smile spits on his fingertips. Swinging the sledgehammer he
pounds his thunder kiss. and the crowd sing sings along to his victory song. Pinned on the anvil her crown starts to
flake. But that's what it takes to make the big make the big break!

Cut Camera! screams scissor lips. The Screen God shuts. The Audience
gnaws their finger tips. Stage hands hammer stakes to her hands and
knees. The modern crucifixion legs parted in the shape of a V.

Scene Two: Enter Skin Army Girls: Camaro's disguised as tanks. Pom
pom's blazing rapid fire blanks. High fives, ruined lives, high fives LA
hives, High fives High fives The theater wails like diseased violins, high
heeled castanet clicks rape harmony. Youth decays in 4/4 time.

Scene Three: this is the making of a Hollywood queen. The christening
of a legendary dream. This is your birth breath, this is your death sigh,
and nothing hurts quite like the first time.