Vignette #2

Lyrics

Salt from the false, synagogues and all that you had Ghost stains in your neck Dots from the cops, teeter tots and all that you had Ghost stones in your head Pause through the gauze, Lincoln laws and all that you had Ghost sticks in your back To turn the faces, you retract To burn the races, to relax To learn the gazes you can fax To turn the faces you relax