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Red Fire Coming Out From His Gills - Cardiacs
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Red Fire Coming Out From His Gills Cardiacs

Red Fire Coming Out From His Gills - Cardiacs
[Verse 1]
King of all lice
Of wood ship building
Believing that his sink is clean
But Mr Sun's too high up in sky
And the sea's far too big for drowning

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Erecting fin time
Cut through the ocean waves

[Chorus 1]
One million miles an hour
Faster than a torpedo
Morbid seas
The morbid breeds
Untidy seas

[Verse 2]
Meanwhile on the wrong side of fences
All killing and dashing of brains
Next to normal life with games and companions
Shouting too loud for him to sing

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Are all his blackbirds
Inside the steely metal gut of famous
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