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the flowers of evil
you left at my door
set 'em in a broken glass
and tasted my own blood

yes your hair looks beautiful today
gasoline horses will take us away

they charge forth
with firey manes
and bellies full of clocks
four ton
deaf and dumb
we poor old dogs of god

yes your hair smells like sunshine today
gasoline horses will take us away
the flowers of evil   you left at my door   set 'em in a broken glass   and tasted my own blood      yes your hair looks beautiful today   gasoline horses will take us away      they charge forth   with firey manes   and bellies full of clocks   four ton   deaf and dumb   we poor old dogs of god      yes your hair smells like sunshine today   gasoline horses will take us away