Still Life With Machine Gun by Everything Absent Or Distorted (A Love Story) Lyrics

All hail the coming of the X's
The coming of the O's

I think I heard the preacher
Speaking in a language no one knows

Come on you fireside angels
Vox, angelica vox
Come on you fireside angels
Vox, angelica vox

Machine guns
Made of celery and grapes
Rooms full of cinema reels
Horses made of light and steel

Art is the motorcycle
(and maybe the parachute)

Paint your house
The color of an eggshell
And gag on the beauty
Of the trees
Come on you fireside angels
Vox, angelica vox
Come on you fireside angels
Vox, angelica vox