what is that heart that you're
wearing on your sleeve
hadn't you better have it removed
whose is the face that you
carry in your brooch
his smile don't look convincing to me
bleed the heat off your soul
carry the light from that hole
get it up roses
get it up with brand new poses
it's cleanup time again
whose is the religion
dancing on your brain
that god don't look enlightened to me
and what what what's that drug that's
coursing through your veins
that high don't seem none too serene
bleed the heat off your soul
carry the light from that hole
get it up roses
get it up with brand new poses
it's cleanup time again
your slave bracelet's got
my name engraved on it
think that it's time to wipe it clean
bleed a little heat off your soul
carry a little light from that hole
get it up roses
get it up with brand new poses
it's cleanup time again