The Constable from Cannibal Animals by The Gustav Railway Band

Lyrics:

Like an old man’s parlor trick
I can make myself disappear
And like the only child in bed
While the bombs are bursting in the air
I can still hear and feel
My relatives all laying in the ground
Death comes for us one day
I won’t take that shit lying down

In Jerusalem they killed a man for being crowned their king
Listen to the angels, the choir in heaven sings
“Bóg jest naszym policjantem na niebiańskiej promenadzie”
Shatter my opulence and carry me

I send letters to the future
Full of shredded dollar bills
They can tape them all together
And then pay for a kill

There is a woman in a bar in new york city
Her mouth is red with her lover’s blood
Her hands are green, I can smell the scene
I wish I didn’t need anyone
I love you like a cannibal
I am a human cannonball
I hate wolves for their dying dreams
Lay me in a grave and fuck me clean

What you want is an acid bath, I am a newborn psychopath
I wrecked my car into a sea of innocent pedestrians
So that I could reach my God an altar of a fading loss
Perdí mi voluntad de encontrar lo que quería

This is a love song
For someone I’ll never meet
I could not find my soul
Beneath the wine red leaves

When I marry you
Will you stand with me in white
So the blood stains show
Through the night time sky
I have no future, I have no future
I am an artist in a thorn bush being carried by a
Moving fortress
On the back of a giant tortoise
Into the sun

And I can’t feel my heart
It beats too fast out of my chest
When I speak to you
I love you, I love the way you can’t quite
Look at me when I look at you
Look at me when I look at you
Look at me when I look at you
Look at me when I look at you
Look at me when I look at you
Fucking look at me when I look at you
I said look at me when I look at you

I send letters to the future
Full of shredded dollar bills
They can tape them all together
And then pay for a kill

This is a love song
For someone who can’t look at me
I could not find my soul
Beneath the wine red leaves

This is a love song
For someone who’d love to leave me
I could not find my soul
Beneath the wine red leaves

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