Текст песни The End

Miracles exist,
So many that it's shocking.
Surely we canÕt resist,
To sometimes go
Sherlocking.
This hairpin is a clue,
If this headstone is
a mystery
Whose tenant has been screwed
By high wind and history.

There is a snake
inside the office.
There is a weight inside
the airplane.
The scientist creates
Another strain.

The pin-up was pent-up,
Her patience was spent up,
On clothing and close-ups,
And 2 minute touch ups.
Blown by the airbrush,
Dolled up and drugged up,
By 5 minute fuck ups,
With hairbrush and blood lust.
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And away from the scene,
She keeps getting voicemail,
On her message machine.
They sing,
"Call me when you want to
have it all again."

Leave a teardrop
on the rooftop,
To evaporate at dawn.
Maybe itÕs an SOS for
who it falls upon.
I know that it's a long shot,
But itÕs one IÕm counting on.

Dreaming Dimwits
take a stand,
On this night we must
demand,
Let the microscope be
Damned,
By the hammers in our hands.

Calmly we're dissolving
On the exit frame.

These are unusual fissions.