Machines Of Loving Grace

Machines Of Loving Grace - Weatherman

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Get off the streets and rise from the pressure

And burst out laughing, get off

Where the cops all wear leather-eyed amphetamine stares

Bleed kid, get off the street kid

Everybody knows it's going to explode you see

Bleed kid, get off the street kid

Everybody knows it's all wired, it's all wired

Weatherman, think it over

You've got a moment's respite

Weatherman, get it over

Infiltrate your inside

There was a film, there was a nightmare

Cielo Drive up on the right there

Some people say the weather's no different

>From what we had yesterday

But there's a house on the hill

Where the children all kill their playthings

And plant them like barrels of toxic hatred

Bleed kid, get off the street kid

Everybody knows it's going to explode you see

Bleed kid, get off the street kid

Everybody knows it's all wired, it's all wired

Weatherman, you get it over

We penetrate your disguise

Weatherman, get it over

Twist the fork in her spine

Bleed kid, get off the street kid

Weatherman, you're taking over

Weatherman, get it over

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