Twaüghthammer - Fallacies

Black is the color And beauty is the game The beast has come to get me But i don't feel their pain The hotel sign is flickering And beckons from above The master of my own domain I sow the seeds of love Your eyes burn like daggers Through the triumph of my will Your hands they smell like gasoline They cause my love to spill Fallacies, fallacies All your lies won't set you free Fallacies, fallacies The windy wind is blowing and the bedsprings creak their tune My cup is overflowing Shooting putty at the moon At the Crystal Palace Where i try to make my stand My girls all call you Yoko Say yer gonna kill the band "Work makes free," They're telling me I've got no place to start Oh, how do i escape you Little fuhrer of my heart? Fallacies, fallacies Run for you, dead for me All your lies won't set you free Fallacies, fallacies Black is the color And beauty is the game The beast has come to get me But i don't feel their pain I like my Funyuns salty Like my Jolly Ranchers grape Can't really i say i dig the way My brain you tried to rape (I hang out though I know I waste my everlasting soul, because I love your crabby patties and you pack a righteous bowl.) Fallacies, fallacies Fallacies, fallacies Fallacies, fallacies Fallacies, fallacies War and conflict Fallacies Clowns and convicts Fallacies Planets dying Fallacies (shit) multiplying Fallacies Popes and bankers Fallacies Spilling tankers Fallacies Excuse my attitude Here comes the hammer! It's all one big fallacy, yo