Lydia Lunch and Thurston Moore - Friday Afternoon

We've dug our graves under separate candlestick tonight,
The moon separates the seas
From you and me and sleep
And we curse weep till we curse the same god
There's a crack in the ceiling it breaks
Like a neck in my heard and hard goes tumbling down
We go downtown to the river flow
Near the bloodshed in the soulyard you and me,
Tonight we can gather up all the dust and spirits wail,
Fling them into flimsy walls
And fall, then we can burn down love's lonely furnace,
Watch as it smolders and we expire.

Written by:
LYDIA LUNCH, THURSTON MOORE

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Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing

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