Ad Nauseam - Dog Fashion Disco

Your face makes my insides crawl

Across the floor

Entrails and all

Sliding through

Blood and bile

Far and wide

For miles and miles

Your existence is an epic epidemic

Conjure dysfunction

Levitating

In bed with the devil

Ad Nauseam

The conversation’s over

Pack up all your pretty things and get the fuck out

Ad Nauseam

You beat that dead horse black and blue

Phenomenally nothing new

I owe it all to you

Ad Nauseam

The conversation’s over

Pack up all your pretty things and get the fuck out

Ad Nauseam

You beat that dead horse black and blue

Phenomenally nothing new

I owe it all to you

Your voice

Like a dying animal

Sucking in one last breath

Before it expires

The truth is

No one wants you around

The lord of the flies

All buzzing about

You’re a plague all dressed in white

A spinning head in the candlelight

Unholy union

Summoned and exorcised

Ad Nauseam

The conversation’s over

Pack up all your pretty things and get the fuck out

Ad Nauseam

You beat that dead horse black and blue

Phenomenally nothing new

I owe it all to you

Ad Nauseam

The conversation’s over

Pack up all your pretty things and get the fuck out

Ad Nauseam

You beat that dead horse black and blue

Phenomenally nothing new

I owe it all to you

Go in peace or prepare for war

I’ll shine my armor

Words like bullets leave an ugly scar

Tend to your wounds

Shell shocked and grazed

Love is a battlefield

I’m lucky to be alive

Because you’re out of your mind

Out of your mind

Out of your mind

Out of your mind

Out of your mind

Round and round we go

Skull shattering, brainless ramblings like beans in a can

Banging bones in migraine tones of babbling dischord

Echoes of empty threats on a daytime talkshow

Vertigo mantras repeating and spinning

Round and round, back and forth for infinity

Your existence is an epic epidemic

Conjure dysfunction

Levitating

In bed with the devil

Ad Nauseam

The conversation’s over

Pack up all your pretty things and get the fuck out

Ad Nauseam

You beat that dead horse black and blue

Phenomenally nothing new

I owe it all to you

Ad Nauseam

The conversation’s over

Pack up all your pretty things and get the fuck out

Ad Nauseam

You beat that dead horse black and blue

Phenomenally nothing new

I owe it all to you

I wanna put you out

I wanna put you out of your misery

Misery

I wanna put you out

I wanna put you out of your misery

Misery