All You Need Is Blood - Test Icicles

If I’m the shell and hey it’s Easter

Crack me open and watch my yolk

Splutter out into your arms

Or at least it would if you had your arms open

For now, I’ll watch my yellow pity

Spill out onto the spare room floor

And place my ass in the centre of this cup

I’ll watch you aim — shoot

Yeah

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Street lamps have heated my stomach up way too much

And the night air has inflated my head way above anything else…

…before, is that what they said?

Is that what they all think?

Or is that what they all know?

Of course, full of gas so I can fly away

Translucent agendas and late night hotels

Bedroom floors, oh, bedroom floors

And toilet bowls my second home

Translucent agendas and late night hotels

Bedroom floors, oh, bedroom floors

And toilet bowls my second home

Yeah

The sun is only talking to me when my mouth is dry and tied shut

Wrap me up in telephone wires

Disconnect my hormones, I’ll be right back here

Yeah

Yeah

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Yeah

Street lamps have heated my stomach up way too much

And the night air has inflated my head way above anything else

My head full of images of people I don’t know

We’re at a place called home

Put my halo on my head, so I can fly away

Translucent agendas and late night hotels

Bedroom floors, oh, bedroom floors

And toilet bowls my second home

Translucent agendas and late night hotels

Bedroom floors, oh, bedroom floors

And toilet bowls my second home

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