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Slaughterhouse Astronomy

by Crisco Thunder

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1.
Zoo Teeth 03:47
So now we're gonna find out what kind of animals we are Do we bare our fangs? Do we flaunt our chains? Can we still dream the jungle if we sleep inside a cage? And can we even find it that way? We got our zoo teeth Slack jaws and broken instincts Wages of captivity They say we got tame brains, but might that change with hunger pains? Looks like we'll get the chance to see Because the top hats are running to their fallout shelters with their Pinkertons and their gold The wild cats all caught a memory lapse on sex drugs and rock n roll Will we eat our young? Will we shed our skin? Will we bite the hands that feeds us diet pills and thorazine? Or will we end up starving? We got our zoo teeth Slack jaws and killer instincts somewhere deep in our memories They say we got tame brains but might that change with hunger pains? Might be time for a little ferocity House cats hunt down matadors spill their blood all through the streets Little lambs turn into carnivores by filing down their teeth Why we wanna keep on living in zoos when we don't get enough to eat? Why we wanna keep on living in zoos when we never get enough to eat?
2.
This cult of Grand Wizards thinks we make great pets and all these Babylon babies carry shit on their breath and paychecks for the pills to fill the holes in their head Living dead sent to wreck and retire Proles are yanking bootstraps until they fall down dead and all the lumpen ready-rocking keep their babies fed Everybody's pissing in this burning bed singing “We didn't start the fire” But i'll bet my life there's something better Better than this mess We should be running through the jungles and the sewers tonight and gunning for the gaps in the satellites With our slick skin gleaming in the lunar light We can make it sparrows I know it But i'll bet my life there's something better Better than this mess Super Powers in golden towers flip channels on their crystal balls Direct death squads and diplomats from the safety of their hallowed halls Now their future's so bright its a bastard's delight but clouds are massing outside the walls Look to the sky keep blood in our eyes chip bricks and make the towers fall Now this cult of Free Lovers laughs in the rubble of Rome They got the guns all buried and the circuits blown and the Grand Wizards slaughtered on their cannibal throne Lifeless eyes watch a new world turn People shaking out the sickness from their beat up bones Pulling their battered brains out of the twilight zone Tracking new constellations out to parts unknown vowing never to return They sing i'll bet my life there's something better Better than this mess Big dreams coming down tonight burn through nightmare skies like meteorites Big dreams coming down tonight hitting hungry hearts like falling starlight
3.
Experiments begin - gotta let them end We'll jump into the river holding hands We'll let the water eat our skin Oh feel the love! Well its the end of another slow death summer and I don't know if I'll make another in this asthmatic city wheezing something about "mercy please" City fathers run rackets around this crooked beat while the city's sons empty guns on the street and William Penn's pissing on our discarded decency Experiments begin - gotta let them end We'll jump into the river holding hands We'll let the water eat our skin Oh feel the love! Well its the end of another slow death and I don't know if I can take another all-city brawl no pity no referree All the stares and glares and the misspent fist fights The border wars and the cocaine crash sites We're downwind people and we're all getting down tonight Experiments begin - gotta let them end We'll jump into the river holding hands We'll let the water eat our skin Oh feel the love! The rust belt tightens - we won't die Stripped of our dignity - but we keep our pride Hopelessly outnumbered - we still fight For the honor of liberty and blight We're ugly things with angel wings asking Peter to check again We made hell for each other and we suffered for our sins We're ugly things with angel wings begging Peter to check again We crawl to the gates of heaven but they never let us in
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The meta-hustle got the magic and the muscle got the whole thing locked up tight Blood bags work and jerk all day We're scratching lottery tickets all night Its a hard luck, skull fuck voluntary lobotomy We used to rumble in the jungle now we stumble through the halls of history I wonder why? Living truth's got the power and the proof a gut feeling that you just can't shake We're either boozed up and bought off or threatened with the sawed off Its an all you can eat bullshit buffet Builds up, sick guts now the ticking starts to pick up speed Is it a countdown to Armageddon or marking time for a dance in the debris? I wonder why? No harm no foul no history They soak our paychecks in LSD They got piss tests down at the factory they lock you up if they come back clean Now the Living Dead will drive it in your head that work will set you free One day we'll recall who coined the phrase and blow up with the memory
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We are the Love Machines Self-programmed for better things Fueled by a love supreme Tiger calls a meeting for Friday night None of the other animals show ya know They'd all rather party than fight Unicorn's spacing out on PCP Building scale models of dreams In the hope it'll help them come to be One's claws out looking for a good fight One's making plans for living after midnight They got the battle singing through their veins You know the weapons are different but the struggles the same This is me and you now what we gonna do? The jungle calls all I hear is the zoo Feel less like an animal and more like a machine Seems the least we can do is shake the cage and sing We are the love machines Self-programmed for better things Fueled by a love supreme We are the love machines Open eyes and laser beams Fueled by a love supreme Now Tiger's rolling through the DMZ Thinks there might be more to do than striking fear in heart of the enemy Unicorn's laying off the PCP Thinks building dreams might take more sweat and blood than fantasy They're taking walks and talking in the moonlight Making plans to gang up when the time's right All the poachers tried to keep them apart Now they quake and quiver when the good stuff starts This is me and you now what we gonna do? The jungle calls all I hear is the zoo Feel less like an animal and more like a machine Seems the least we can do is shake the cage and sing We are the love machines Self-programmed for better things Fueled by a love supreme We are the love machines Open eyes and laser beams Fueled by a love supreme I am a love machine and I know why the caged bird sings bruised and bloody songs about living in the quarantine Steel bars and the gaps between what is and what could be So we breathe a little air into all the things we'd like to see Tiger loves Unicorn Unicorn loves Tiger

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released January 1, 2013

Produced and recorded by Crisco Thunder. Mixed by Eric Warzecha. Photography by Karen Kirchhoff.

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