(fake fake flowers) (fake funeral)
(fake fake flowers) (fake funeral)
(fake fake flowers) (fake funeral)
This room is a, a fluorescent tomb: it's brazen bulbs mimic death's hyena croon.
He pulls on her wires, she jerks to attention, she's animated again,
Talking to her hypodermic reflection.
Watched it all from the window ledge...
The nurses offer their condolences...
Tongues flapping I can't make out your tone,
Our hearts beat in slow motion.

(fake flowers, fake tomb)
If we make it to the final scene...
(fake flowers, fake tomb)
Show me the sapphire pit...
(fake flowers, fake tomb)
Peel the candy crust off my body...
(fake flowers, fake tomb)
Throw in the brittle skeleton...

Can you knit love's tender touch back into the gangbang?
Can you knit the stiletto back in, into the bloodstain?
Can you put the bite back the the beast you've broken, tied and tamed?
Can you crease the wrinkles back in, into the cracked and open brain?
So doctor, won't you pull the fucking plug?
Won't you cut the cord?
'Cause you can't put the life back into this hospital ward.
Say won't you pull the plug? Say won't you cut the cord?
Say won't you pull the plug? Say won't you cut the cord?
Say won't you pull the plug? Say won't you cut the cord?
Say won't you pull the plug? Say won't you cut the cord?

She's gonna make it out okay...
But she's shaking like a revolution.
And she stares at the fire all day, mumbling to herself...
"Every hole has a snake in it...
And every crotch is a siamese gun.
Every sunshine hides a cancerous chime,
And every breath is a bomb."

I'd like to take my arms, wrap them around you like a flesh canopy.
I'd like to take my head,
Place it somewhere between your shoulders and neck,
But I'm afraid your brittle bones would break.
And we can hear the black orchestra singing...
Can you hear them singing?
Can you?
Can you?

Can you knit love's tender touch back into the gangbang?
Can you knit the stiletto back in, into the bloodstain?
Can you put the bite back in the beast you've broken, tied and tamed?
Can you crease the wrinkles back in, into the cracked and open brain?
So doctor, won't you pull the fucking plug?
Won't you cut the cord?
'Cause you can't put the life back into this hospital ward.
So doctor, won't you pull the fucking plug?
Won't you cut the cord?
'Cause you can't put the life back into this hospital ward