Your shoulders bare
Sun-drenched, tattooed soldiers
Calcium shelves
Glowing in the night
Come on down to the black sand beach
Smoke cigarettes with the ghouls and creeps
Come on down to the black sand beach
We're drowning
My mâché mask
Black lips pressed against it
I feel you grin
I feel you grin
I feel you
I feel you grin
I feel you
Come on down to the black sand beach
Smoke cigarettes with the ghouls and creeps
Come on down to the black sand beach
We're drowning
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