Kim Gordon
Thunderclap for Bobby Pyn
[Verse 1]
We did not fade from the noise meditation
We stopped abruptly while spinning down
This is not to depict hesitation
A silent gesture for princess's pleasure

[Chorus]
Oh see what heaven sent, whoa
Oh straight from heavens gate, yeah
Oh see what heaven meant, yeah
When it embraces hate, yeah

[Verse 2]
Elastic dreams of vicious actions
Plastic stomachs wrapped in steel
Hair falls in a dead breeze curtain
Trash can canterbury-hollywood boulevard

[Chorus]
Oh you can count on it, yeah
Richard hell tacked to the wall, whoa
Remember the plunger pit, yeah
In love with nothing at all, whoa

[Verse 3]
Our beards are circuits to amplifier
All our bells have an elite ring
Rapacious gardens of female distinction
Can you smell trouble, libraries of rubble
[Chorus]
I don't wanna know, whoa
Who gets the highest score, no
That’s when my poodle pukes, yeah
On the gallery floor, whoa

[Verse 1]
We did not fade from the noise meditation
We stopped abruptly while spinning down
Hair falls in a debris curtain
A silent gesture for princess's pleasure

[Chorus]
Here comes Mary rat, whoa
Trudi tacked to the wall, whoa
Take me back to disgrace land, yeah
In love with nothing at all, yeah
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