Heaven Degrees Fahrenheit Lyrics

On the purgatory plains in aneurysm daze

Theres a little pawn shop where they go to third base

Oh gold we're so

Oh gold we're so


In happy little tumors we shut out the world

We're the poltergesit players, we're the matadors sores

Oh gold we're so

Oh gold we're so


Forest bedsheets hide the boring

Trees with eyes still stalking

Bait and tackle boxcars

Bait and tackle boxcars


Perforated the prefix of her shoes

Punctuated the jet lag of her moves

Oh gold we're so

Oh gold we're so


Marilyn Monroe with the auto pilot engaged

If we could find every lip bite in that photograph

Oh gold we're so

Oh gold we're so


If we could unearth the syphillis from your dirty smile

All of the pagans would make you their cynosure


Cockroach buys of vespers flies

Cockroach buys of vespers flies

Avenue trials of souveneir piles

Cockroach buys of vespers flies


We stalk you like tiger patrol

Oh, you gotta love the smell of fresh sewage

(You know you're so fucking beautiful

With cum all over your face

Suck his dick, I heard it breathes fire)

You've got to eviscerate your magnesium conscience

Like a bunch of dazed nightingales

Smiling gagging is your new pastime


Morse code through enfilade shades

It makes my testosterone happy

Where the Rancor haunts these bathroom stalls

It's all just a party in November


Seven girls

I'm the landlord of Natick

Prefix and suffix of Friday and Saturday

(I only love you when you're horny

You're only pretty with your shirt off)


Cockroach buys of vespers flies

Cockroach buys of vespers flies

Avenue trials of souveneir piles

Cockroach buys of vespers flies


Cockroach buys of vespers flies

Cockroach buys of vespers flies

Avenue trials of souveneir piles

Cockroach buys of vespers flies