Weatherman

Album cover art for "Weatherman" by Machines Of Loving Grace

Machines Of Loving Grace - Rock, Industrial Rock

Weatherman

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Get off The streets rise from the pressure and burst out laughing "get off" Where the cops all wear leatherized amphetamine stares Bleed, kid Get off the street, kid, everybody knows it's going to explode, you say Bleed, kid Get off the street, kid, everybody knows it's all wired, it's all wired Weatherman You think it over You've got a moment's respite Weatherman Get it over Infiltrate, you're inside There was a film, there was a nightmare Cielo Drive up on the right there Some people say the weather's no different from what we had yesterday But there's a house on the hill where the children all kill Their playthings and plant them like barrels of toxic hatred Bleed, kid Get off the street, kid, everybody knows it's going to explode, I say Bleed, kid Get off the street, kid, everybody knows it's all wired, it's all wired Weatherman You get it over We penetrate your disguise Weatherman Get it over Twist the fork in the spine Bleed, kid Get off the street, kid Weatherman You're taking over Weatherman Get it over

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  • Machines Of Loving Grace