Two-color screen print on heavy Gildan stock. Promotes relaxation*
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edition of 28
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T-Shirt/Shirt
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Printed on Bella Canvas stock.
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edition of 30
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lyrics
The dice are loaded and throbbing
The money glistens with human sweat
And passes like a fire from hand to hand
Leaving behind burns and a stench
To which the body is chained
Sitting in a chair that’s far too small
Until the last drop of juice has been squeezed out
By the machine
I prefer a little gambling and cigarettes when no one’s looking
Rather than stuff
Yearlong blue sky
A moon rock parachuting into Eden
Still evil still hungry
The exorcism of sound
But all the while blessing the hand grenades
Because we aren't only sublime
But shitty and absurd
sailing down the boulevard
In a plume of heavy particulates
Going nowhere
With the sluggish tide of traffic
Like a dead bird frozen in the Andes
Like a petrified rose
A piece of lead with wings on it
Meat that is chewed by every mouth
Without pleasure or pain
Setting fire to whatever is around
Feeling the nihilism sneaking in