The Dwarves

Plastic Surgery Disasters/In God We Trust, Inc.

Moon Over Marin

rotten


Step right up, ladies and gents,
Watch the starving circus commence!
Buy a rib, buy a thigh,
Guaranteed to make you cry.

FLESH MANNEQUIN!  Fascist fashion disease!
FLESH MANNEQUIN!  Smile and wheeze!
FLESH MANNEQUIN!  Corporate sin!
FLESH MANNEQUIN!  Skin on Skin!

Twist the doll, she won’t complain,
Her spine snaps back like cellophane.
Magazine gospel, fashion pope,
Snort some glitter, hang by a rope.

FLESH MANNEQUIN!  Fascist fashion disease!
FLESH MANNEQUIN!  Smile and wheeze!
FLESH MANNEQUIN!  Corporate sin!
FLESH MANNEQUIN!  Skin on Skin!

Bow your heads, children of skin,
Starvation is salvation, let the purge begin!
Lipstick stigmata, cocaine bread,
Hallelujah! The models are dead!

Starve it! Sell it! Strip it! Sell it!
Snap it! Break it! Bleed it! SELL IT!

FLESH MANNEQUIN!  Fascist fashion disease!
FLESH MANNEQUIN!  Smile and wheeze!
FLESH MANNEQUIN!  Corporate sin!
FLESH MANNEQUIN!  Skin on Skin!

FLESH MANNEQUIN!  Fascist fashion disease!
FLESH MANNEQUIN!  Smile and wheeze!
FLESH MANNEQUIN!  Corporate sin!
FLESH MANNEQUIN!  Skin on Skin!


FLESH MANNEQUIN

A punk dossier in 13 tracks — the story of a runt bluejay recruited into the shadows, where survival costs everything and flight means never looking back.

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