The Blood Brothers - Peacocks Skeleton With Crooked Feathers lyrics

If the sea shakes like an empty maraca I know [x4] And she falls in love with the sounds of ships sinking? I know [x4] Which peaco*k is beast? Which peaco*k is priest? If the heavens part and nobody, nowhere, nothing, every apartment is vacant, every home for rent? Hey Peaco*k? What's that? I just want to know what your feathers are made out of. Is it bruises or roses or cradles or coffins? (It's all those!) Which peaco*k is beast? Which peaco*k is priest? If your friends are all crippled, all withered, all wilt, I know [x4] and you smile at their pain on your angel bone stilts. I know [x4] Which peaco*k is beast? Which peaco*k is priest? If the brick you throw puts a bullet in your skull and a police boot lands atop your gaping jaw? Hey Peaco*k? What's that? I just want to know what the babies mouth is full of. Is it flies or cries or straw? Which peaco*k is beast? Which peaco*k is priest? Which peaco*k's police? Which peaco*k is thief? If machine guns come knock, knock, knocking Who's cashing out your bad luck? If wedding bells sound like d**h knells baby is a wealthy groom worth all this gloom? If tuxedos slither off corpses and copulate wild on wedding cake and the priest starts snapping photos? There's a peaco*k on your shoulder pole dancing around your neck while reciting the Book of Revelation. So who do you love? Who do you trust when your friends take a match to your front lawn? A panicked face makes the peaco*k proud. So who do you love? Who do you trust? Who do you k** when your senator drags out your first born? A panicked face makes the peaco*k proud. If the forests turn to static and the gnarled branches, too? I know [x4] Your body starts to fall into a concrete tutu? I know [x4] which peaco*k is beast? which peaco*k is priest? If you strike for better wages at the cola factory and they drink champagne as they kick in your teeth? Hey Peaco*k? What's that? I just want to know what his blood tasted like. Was it like sugar or vinegar or whiskey or dirt? (It's all those!) Which peaco*k is beast? Which peaco*k is priest? If machine guns come knock, knock, knocking Who's cashing out your bad luck? If wedding bells sound like d**h knells baby is a wealthy groom worth all this gloom? If tuxedos slither off corpses and copulate wild on wedding cake and the priest starts snapping photos? There's a peaco*k on your shoulder pole dancing around your neck while reciting the Book of Revelation. Things are never what they seem, the peaco*ks static melodies. So who do you love? Who do you trust when your friends take a match to your front lawn? A panicked face makes the peaco*k proud. So who do you love? Who do you trust? Who do you k** when your senator drags out your first born? A panicked face makes the peaco*k proud.