Blood Brothers - Pea***** Skeleton With Crooked Feathers Lyrics
If the sea shakes like an empty maracaI know I know I know I knowand she falls in love with the sounds of ships sinking?I know I know I know I knowWhich pea***** is beast? Which pea***** is priest?If the heavens part and nobody, nowhere, nothing,every apartment is vacant, every home for rent?Hey Pea*****?What's that?I just want to know what your feathers are made out of.Is it bruises or roses or cradles or coffins? (It's all those!)Which pea***** is beast? Which pea***** is priest?If your friends are all cripple, all wither, all wilt,I know (x4)and you smile at their pain on your angel bone stilts.I know (x4)Which pea***** is beast? Which pea***** is priest?If the brick you throw puts a bullet in your skulland a police boot lands atop your gaping jaw?Hey Pea*****?What's that?I just wanna know what the babies mouth is full of.Is it flies or cries or straw?Which pea***** is beast? Which pea***** is priest?Which pea*****'s police? Which pea***** is thief?If machine guns come knock, knock, knockingWho's cashing out your bad luck?If wedding bells sound like death knells babyis a wealthy groom worth all this gloom?If tuxedos slither off corpsesand copulate wild on wedding cakeand the priest starts snapping photos?There's a pea***** on your shoulderpole dancing around your neckwhile reciting the Book of Revelation.So who do you love?Who do you trust when your friends take a match to your front lawn?A panicked face makes the pea***** proud.So who do you love? Who do you trust?Who do you kill when your senator drags out your first born?A panicked face makes the pea***** proud.If the forests turn to static and the gnarled branches, too?I know (x4)Your body starts to fall into a concrete tutu?I know (x4)which pea***** is beast? which pea***** is priest?If you strike for better wages at the cola factoryand they drink champagne as they kick in your teeth?Hey Pea*****?What's that?I just wanna know what his blood tasted like.Was it like sugar or vinegar or whiskey or dirt? (It's all those!)Which pea***** is beast? Which pea***** is priest?If machine guns come knock, knock, knockingWho's cashing out your bad luck?If wedding bells sound like death knells babyis a wealthy groom worth all this gloom?If tuxedos slither off corpsesand copulate wild on wedding cakeand the priest starts snapping photos?There's a pea***** on your shoulderpole dancing around your neckwhile reciting the Book of Revelation.Things are never what they seem, the pea*****s static melodies.So who do you love?Who do you trust when your friends take a match to your front lawn?A panicked face makes the pea***** proud.So who do you love? Who do you trust?Who do you kill when your senator drags out your first born?A panicked face makes the pea***** proud.
