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Tragedy is cleanLike a flush, like a rocketLike a twelve chambered heartLike that dog in the rocketAnd the time that you spent from your eyes to the coolerLifting her skirt like a mormon hooked on junkLike a two hour day,Like a monkey, like a monkAnd the time that you spent from your eyes to the cooler Makes me rememberThose ladders to fire.Stumbling again from the church to the jointWhere it's two on a tuesday and there still is no pointAnd the time that you spent from your eyes to the coolerWhen a walk is just stumbling over pigeon toed feetAnd you trail by the temple housing huge dogs in heatAnd the way that they hustle from their partners to the coolerMakes me rememberThose ladders to fire, You're weakComing on strongYou're weakSongtexteComing on strongYou're weakComing on strongBut you're weakLadders to fireLadders to fireLadders to fireShare the dirty mattress like it's something eclecticWith the ants, with the gargles, and your god damn electricand the time that you spent from your eyes to the coolerEvery three semi men who are whole when you're workingGive a job to the chaos and the girls that they work inand the stained yellow nightgown tells a fable that's unendingMakes me rememberAnd the time that you spent from your eyes to the coolerAnd the time that you spent from your eyes to the coolerAnd the time that you spent from your eyes to the coolerAnd the time that you spent from your eyes to the coolerLadders to fire,Ladders to fireLadders to fireCome home. Aus Songtexte Mania