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| Pulp Masters Of The Universe The Mark Of The Devil The mark of the devil is upon you Your look is no happier than mine Damnation is waiting in the mirror but you shouldn't mind Their legs start a feeling in your stomach Their eyes knock you backwards with a glance Your pride sinks unnoticed in the river given half a chance And your past is just a bedroom full of implements of cruelty And a list will bind your eyes as you grow old But you want to join the laughter sharing simple shreds of feeling But you fidget and your heart is growing cold Smiles left unfollowed start to haunt you Chances that perished long ago The devil is waiting in the bathroom with your worthless soul The years pull their weight down on your cheekbones The nights out are hanging from your waist The years float like dust held in the sunlight with an aftertaste And your past is just a bedroom full of implements of cruelty And a list will bind your eyes as you grow old But you want to join the laughter sharing simple shreds of feeling But you fidget and your heart is growing cold La la lala lala la la... And your past is just a bedroom full of implements of cruelty And a list will bind your eyes as you grow old And you want to join the laughter sharing simple shreds of feeling But you fidget and your heart is growing cold And your past is justa bedroom full of implements of cruelty And a list will bind your eyes as you grow old And you want to join the laughter sharing simple shreds of feeling But you fidget and your heart is growing cold La la lala... Oh... |
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