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You've got me hanging by my throat
swinging from a tree
swaying in the breeze
As i die my eyes glaze over
swinging from a tree
swaying in the breeze
Swinging, swaying, swinging, swaying
In the silent twilight i heard the crickets cry
as the holocaust horizon victimized the sky
in the bowels of a small town spins a vortex of hell
neon red like the vacancy sign at the vertigo motel
Won't you come and shatter my glass heart
inject black tar in my arteries
You always knew just what to say
from birth, deathbed, into the grave
I'm spinning
i'm spinning
i'm spinning
i'm spinning
Vital organs on the dance floors gyrating to the beat
as the ghost of the goat head wanders through the streets
exacting revenge he drowns his victims in a well
for his murder forty years ago at the vertigo motel
Won't you come and shatter my glass heart
inject black tar in my arteries
Ah, die
You always knew just what to say
you always knew just what to say
from birth, deathbed, into the grave
I'm spinning
i'm spinning
i'm spinning
i'm spinning
In the silent twilight i heard the crickets cry
as the holocaust horizon victimized the sky
in the bowels of a small town spins a vortex of hell
neon red like the vacancy sign at the vertigo motel
Won't you come and shatter my glass heart
inject black tar in my arteries
You've got me hanging by my throat
swinging from a tree
swaying in the breeze
As i die, my eyes glaze over
swinging from a tree
swaying in the breeze
Swinging