Songtext von To The Sandals

From your grace The sadist fails Their red blade A-rallying, tallying Each head in Each fog town Thought must I really lust? Or knelt at the furless pulpit The harrying, carrion Nightmare You dreamed it You dreamed it So take the words of your tragic fight And dance them down to that new club All the feet going in and out and in and out and in and out Long nights Are you smelling them now? Lights all closed Whole cities lock you out With the magnates and the pigeons Yet you my love, extend your hand Even when I'm stuck nowhere in my van Nightmares You dreamed them up, you did So take the words of your tragic fight And dance them down to that new club All the feet going in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out Long nights Are you smelling them now? To the back teeth To the front teeth To the split tyres To the penthouse To the juice shack To the lair back To the packed mass To the milk deal To the wax seal And the clean up And the cut eyes And the clogged ear To the stair talk And the dark feel To the cracked heel To the sandals