Everywhere There's Statues

I woke up in a coma in someone else's way

choked on the aroma of a world in decay

thought I heard laughing as my knees hit the ground

saw nothing but shadows racing all around

well won't one of these shadows come rescue me

I need a little bit of darkness to protect me from the heat

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but it's like looking' for hay in a stack of hypodermics

shooting up grey through the cracks in the yellow brick road

and everywhere there's statues with their arms open wide

surrounded by fences that you, you can't get inside

sub-normal people do supernatural things

in a world full of demons with white feathered wings

I feel like I'm open hearted, but it's a broken range we're on

I know I'm not the only one asking' where have all the cowboys gone

well can't one of these cowboys come rescue me?

I need a little bit or open ride to keep me on my feet

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face down on the hardwood floor

In one more empty corridor

I'm all alone in these halls

all is fair in love and war

if I can't find an open door

then I'll start taking out walls

I'm face down on the hardwood floor

and not a soul with which to be

if this craving's one to ignore

then someone tell me what the fuck a soul is for

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