Coup My Murder My Love Lyrics

Well, i've spoke the name of the lord in vain In gunpowder and flame And I've vomited slang in porcelain And then claimed it was champagne And I can rhyme silk with cigarettes I can rhyme Jack Daniels with triumph But no sentence I could spit could've shifted events In the back of that plymouth reliant And philosophy Is calculated to be worth its weight in air But the way you told me to f*ck myself Well, the words had a certain flair I hope he fits the tux I am just a man in flux Let me clarify things with the way I strut So I can shout with my mouth shut
The machinery of lamps in the sky tonight Unfurl above electric lies of light C'mon grip me tight against the wall Where the cusswords, piss, and masterpiece fight I'm alive (through the power of explosion: Colt 45 and a busted trojan) Motion is evidence of belief Especially with the world's most beautiful slogan Applause from the mannequins should be ignored Look for the harmony of pen and sword Statues of our heroes turn to dust We sing To snort the dust up off the floor I hope he fits the tux Even mountains are in flux Let us clarify things with the way we strut So we can shout with our mouths shut
My murder, my love What were the cookies made of? My murder, my sweet What kind of pills did we eat?