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Crime Scenery

from Panic Sex by Sleeping Pilot

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a certain kind of blood red blood,
like the kind on the idleness of our hands
we lick and spit and wash it off, but it won’t wash off, it won’t come clean
we all know that home is where the heart is
we all know that home is where we manufacture bliss
we’ve all seen the crime scene – perverse and clean
we all come away with postcards of the crime scenery
it won’t come clean because it bleeds obscene
and when it’s bleeding it makes your face turn red
so you lick and spit and wash it wash it off,
but it won’t wash off, it won’t come clean
you lick mine, you lick mine –
we both spit blood you lick mine, you lick mine –
our hands in time, our hands in crime –
so walk away –
a little thievery between friends,
a wetter kiss than we ever intended –
send them away,
because we’re just moving through on the backs of liars
and all eyes of you and see me,
saw me through,
see me,
saw me,
crime scenery

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from Panic Sex, released October 31, 2006

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Sleeping Pilot is a post - hardcore / rock band from Ottawa, Ontario.

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