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Lucifer Lyrics

Open positions, and sing songs of love.
Then repent against yourself,
And swallow your own foot.
It stinks like fermentation and I know it's your brain,
Because it's just like the past,
Which I cannot forget.
It's just like,
Just like,
Just like,
Just like... no.

Shallow old rotting stiffs,
That live in some graves.
Perpetuating throw backs,
From said such old graves, old graves.
It's just like,
Just like,
Just like,
Just like,
Just like,
Just like,
Just like,
Just like... no.

I hold aspiration, and it's in a key,
So I count the tickets, oh I count the tickets.
I hold aspiration, and it's in a key,
I count the tickets, I count the tickets.

I hold aspiration, and it's in a key,
I count the tickets, I count the tickets.
It's just like
It's just like
It's just like
... Fire.

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Born out of the ashes of seminal art thrashers Botch and Minneapolis punk heroes Kill Sadie, Seattle's These Arms are Snakes have fast-become an integral part of the Pacific Northwest's ever-dynamic musical fabric. The band formed in Seattle, Washington in 2002 and began employing sinister guitar licks mixed with equal parts snarly vocals and a penchant for spaced out musical long form; painting the buzz-heavy Snakes as anything but conventional.

On January 15, 2010, the band released a statement announcing their end.

Brian Cook is now in Russian Circles.
Ryan Frederiksen is now in Narrows.
Steve Sneer is now in Crypts. Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.

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