Flowers

Title - Flowers
 see the people dead in cars
 see their bodies bleed
 i know he's so dead and gone
 i think that is free
 his body is upon the wall
 his teeth are sharp and white
 we cut his eyes with razorblades
 and out of him comes foul white light
 in the eastern carpet store
 he is made of dreams
 put his picture on the wall
 just where the mirror gleams
 his body is upon the wall
 his teeth are sharp and white
 we cut his face with razorblades
 and out of him comes foul white light
 his power's all around his feet
 there's flowers in his heart
 if you take the needles out
 his body falls apart
 his body is upon the wall
 his teeth are sharp and white
 we cut his hands with razorblades
 and out of him comes foul white light
 make a god of politics
 make a god of police
 worship it with automobiles
 worship it with screams
 his body is upon the wall
 his teeth are sharp and white
 he cuts his feet with razorblades
 and out of him comes foul white light
 make a god of useless drivel
 sew it at the seams
 float it down the river
 where the sewage is the sea
 his body is upon the wall
 his teeth are sharp and white
 he cuts his teeth with razorblades
 and out of him came stupid light
 that's flowers