Tuesday Matinee at the Lyric
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Lyrics
From the mezzanine Burning hot, cancerous like Hydrazine Keep your conscience clean The thoughts in your head that you didn't mean The person in your stead acting pristine The HAZMAT suit that saves you from this scene And the winter coat you grow In hopes to never let it show The balcony's falling The victims are flailing The opera has finished for the night A sideways glance, a dance To lather but never rinse And murder the nightly ghost It's alive where a treacherous vibe tries to hide
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Song Details
- Duration
- 02:03
- Key
- 6
- Tempo
- 136 BPM