Glue Factory - The Falcon

Take me down to the ballgame where the yellow grass grows

Where the dead lay in piles under circling crows

Where the trials and tribulations of the bump and scrape

Of your life just melt into a bleak dismay.

Take me to the glue factory where the horsies go

For their very last little dog and pony show

Where we melt em into glue and hold em up to our nose

Until we can’t get home, til we’re laughing alone

And the bones rattle and we dance

And we all join in the chant

Singing «baby baby baby, you got nothing to fear because nothing this shitty

can last»

The dance of the doomed is so easy to learn

Just stick your dick in until that shit starts to burn

And stand there, stopping staring, never caring

Suspicions on your lips but there’s never no sharing.

Oh no.

Oh no.

Oh.

And the bones rattle and we dance

And we all join in the chant

Singing «baby baby baby, you got nothing to fear because nothing this shitty

can last»

«baby baby baby, you got nothing to fear because nothing this shitty can last»