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Siouxsie And Banshees, The - Pulled To Bits

Tongues are clacking words of one vision

One tiny incision and teeth are cracking



on thin air, on thin air

And teeth are cracking on thin air

Pulled to bits--in silence

left rotting on the ground

Slowly pulled to bits--in silence

without a sound, without a sound

Buildings bleached with shatter-shatter-clatter



fill their senses with cement

watch the people scatter

one by one, one by one



Pulled to bits--in silence

left rotting on the ground

Slowly pulled to bits--in silence

without a sound, without a sound



Young lungs snapping coming up for air

the mindless ones yapping, slashing through the thoroughfare

one by one, one by one

oh one by one without a fucking care



Pulled to bits--in silence

left rotting on the ground

Slowly pull to bits--in silence

without a sound, without a fucking sound

Pulled to bits, yackety-yackety-yack-yack-yack



Pulled to bits, shatter-shatter-shatter-clatter

Pulled to bits, yap-yap-yap-yapping

Pulled to bits--without a sound
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