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