This or the Apocalypse - Invalid Litter Dept. lyrics

Intravenously polite, it was the walkie-talkies that had knocked the pins down As their shoes gripped the dirt floor in the silhouette of dying (Dancing on the corpses' ashes) Yeah, they had plans for him, they has spun the last of the pimps Polyester, satin nailed, j**elry lips while the guillotine just laughed again (Dancing on the corpses' ashes) And the paramedics fell into the wound like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant An anesthetic penance beneath the hail of contraband (Dancing on the corpses' ashes) On my way, nails broke and fell into the Wishing well, wishing well, wishing well, wishing well On my way, nails broke and fell into the Wishing well, wishing well, wishing well, wishing well They had defected and been excommunicated and all the pulses were subverted And they made sure that the obituaries showed pictures of smoke stacks (Dancing on the corpses' ashes) A vivid dissection that mocked the strut of vivisection A semi-automatic colony, and a silencing that still walks the streets (Dancing on the corpses' ashes) When the company of wolves was a stretcher made of cobblestone curfews As the federales performed their custodial customs quite well (Dancing on the corpses' ashes) On my way, nails broke and fell into the Wishing well, wishing well, wishing well, wishing well On my way, nails broke and fell into the Wishing well, wishing well, wishing well, wishing well On my way, nails broke and fell into the Wishing well, wishing well, wishing well, wishing well On my way, nails broke and fell into the Wishing well, wishing well, wishing well, wishing well Intravenously polite, it was the walkie-talkies that had knocked the pins down As their shoes lay dangling on the dirt floor in the silhouette of dying (Dancing on the corpses' ashes) Yeah, they had plans for him, they had spun the last of the pimps Polyester, satin nailed j**elry lips while the guillotine just laughed again (Dancing on the corpses' ashes) And the paramedics had fallen into the wound like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant An anesthetic penance beneath the hail of contraband (Dancing on the corpses' ashes) On my way, nails broke and fell into the Wishing well, wishing well, wishing well, wishing well On my way, nails broke and fell into the Wishing well, wishing well, wishing well, wishing well On my way, nails broke and fell into the Wishing well, wishing well, wishing well, wishing well On my way, yeah Dancing on the corpses' ashes Dancing on the corpses' ashes Callous heels numbed in travel Endless maps made by their scalpels, scalpels Callous heels numbed in travel Endless maps made by their scalpels, scalpels Yeah yeah