Paper Chase What Should We Do With Your Body (the Lightning)
will you bleed and dress me where i'm found?
black with blood and conduction
we sniff dry ground
i'm a lightning bolt
i'm a toy that chokes
so open hands will open throats
i'm a single flashing curse
find you in the universe
oh, the views you see
over cross danglings
what should we do with your body?
the view you see will be astounding
all of the beautiful bodies
all of the beautiful bodies
all of the beautiful beautiful beautiful bodies
there will be family pets roaming our streets
they belly up to the scents of the hospitals
and of the rotting meat
i'm the lightning strike that will circle the sky
you will swallow your teeth
your wool smells brown when burned
all shepherds eat their herd
oh, the views you see
over cross danglings
what should we do with your body?
the view you see will be astounding
all of the beautiful bodies
all of the beautiful bodies
all of the beautiful beautiful beautiful bodies
i can show you the way
the lightning rods are the fingers of god
and i'll have you pictured in my head
i'll have you butchered in your beds
i can have this arranged
the willing whore is the hand of the lord
and i'll have you pictured in my head
i'll have you butchered in your beds
cause god is everywhere
god is everywhere
god is everywhere
god is everywhere
over futile screams
and the wedding dreams
what should we do with the bodies?
the sweet release, the sound of sighing
all of the beautiful bodies
to the birthing scene
suicide bombings
what should we do with the bodies
the sweet release, the slow resigning
all of your beautiful bodies
all of your beautiful bodies
