Lyrics 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 over
Pack up all your pretty things and
Get the fuck out

Ad Nauseam
You beat that dead horse
Black and blue phenomally nothing new
I owe it all to you

Ad Nauseam
The conversation over
Pack up all your pretty things and
Get the fuck out

Ad Nauseam
You beat that dead horse
Black and blue phenomally 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 candlelight
Unholy union
Summoned and exorcised

Ad Nauseam
The conversation over
Pack up all your pretty things and
Get the fuck out

Ad Nauseam
You beat that dead horse
Black and blue phenomally nothing new
I owe it all to you

Ad Nauseam
The conversation over
Pack up all your pretty things and
Get the fuck out

Ad Nauseam
You beat that dead horse
Black and blue phenomally 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

Round and round we go
Skull shattering
Brainless rambling
Like beans in a can
Banging bones
In migraine tones
Of babbling dischord
Echoes of empty threats
On a daytime talk show
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 over
Pack up all your pretty things and
Get the fuck out

Ad Nauseam
You beat that dead horse
Black and blue phenomally nothing new
I owe it all to you

Ad Nauseam
The conversation over
Pack up all your pretty things and
Get the fuck out

Ad Nauseam
You beat that dead horse
Black and blue phenomally 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