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Atheist Grief
Explosion Sounds lyrics by The Ready Aim Fire!

So get up and count your teeth / and make love on the loan shark sheets / where your girl got passed around / to help wash down the post-war doubt. / Or have you lost your taste for it? / Those bloodlust boys and girls don't quit, / so there's a crowd under your clothes, / between you both and you can't get close. // So you sleep and she drinks, / and you drink and she sleeps, / and you blink and she blinks… / well, God, ain't love a fucked-up thing? // When you choke on your riot tongue / and cheap cologne in the vulgar sun, / you'll write it off and lay in bed / with minefield dread and words to shred, / but now you know your friends are rats, / and now you drink with baseball bats, / and goddamn, you still want her mouth / to drown you out with explosion sounds. // But you sleep and she drinks, / and you drink and she sleeps, / and you blink and she blinks… / well, God, ain't love a fucked-up thing? // But I love the great obscene, / I love the strip club meat, I love the trophy heat, / and I know I'll miss your teeth, / but God, I love the fucked-up things. // So if it takes one more time to give this up, / then I'll wait one more night to give you up, / but now it seems like we both like the noose tight / and you've got a cutthroat mind / and we both like the noose tight, / and we both got the rope and we both got the time. // But I sleep and you drink, / and I drink and you sleep, / and I blink and you blink… / well, that is the truly fucked-up thing. // ‘Cause we are the great obscene, / and all those girls are cheap, those boys just can't compete. / In our hell, the drinks are free, / and we are the greatest fucked-up things. // So come on, let's barricade the doors. / Yeah, come on, fuck all those rookie whores. / Yeah, come on, let's have a civil war, / only stop to call the dealer and the liquor store. / Yeah, come on, let's see what veins are for. / Yeah, come on, let's fuck with hell some more. / Yeah, come on, we'll kill each other, sure, / but we won't die alone and we won't die bored.

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