Peacock Skeleton With Crooked Feathers - Live (Reading Festival 2005) [Bonus Track] - The Blood Brothers

The Blood Brothers - Peacock Skeleton With Crooked Feathers (Live)
If the sea shakes like an empty maraca
I know I know I know I know
And she falls in love
with the sounds of ships sinking
I know I know I know I know
Which peacock is beast
Which peacock is priest
If the heavens part and
nobody nowhere nothing
Every apartment is vacant
every home for rent
Hey Peacock
What's that
I just want to know what your
feathers are made out of
Is it bruises or roses
or cradles or coffins
It's all those
Which peacock is beast
Which peacock is priest
If your friends are all cripple
all wither all wilt
I know I know I know I know
And you smile at their
pain on your angel bone stilts
I know I know I know I know
Which peacock is beast
Which peacock is priest
If the brick you throw puts
a bullet in your skull
And a police boot lands
atop your gaping jaw
Hey Peacock
What's that
I just wanna know what
the babies mouth is full of
Is it flies or cries or straw
Which peacock is beast
Which peacock is priest
Which peacock's police
Which peacock is thief
Who's cashing out your bad luck
If wedding bells sound
like death knells baby
Is a wealthy groom
worth all this gloom
If tuxedos slither off corpses
And copulate wild on wedding cake
And the priest starts snapping photos
There's a peacock on your shoulder
Pole dancing around your neck
While reciting the book of revelation
So who do you love
Who do you trust when your friends
take a match to your front lawn
A panicked face makes the peacock proud
So who do you love
Who do you trust
Who do you kill when your
senator drags out your first born
A panicked face makes the peacock proud
If the forests turn to static
and the gnarled branches too
I know I know I know I know
Your body starts to
fall into a concrete tutu
I know I know I know I know
Which peacock is beast
which peacock is priest
If you strike for better wages
at the cola factory
And they drink champagne
as they kick in your teeth
Hey Peacock
What's that
I just wanna know what
his blood tasted like
Was it like sugar or
vinegar or whiskey or dirt
It's all those
Which peacock is beast
Which peacock is priest
Who's cashing out your bad luck
If wedding bells sound
like death knells baby
Is a wealthy groom
worth all this gloom
If tuxedos slither off corpses
And copulate wild on wedding cake
And the priest starts snapping photos
There's a peacock on your shoulder
Pole dancing around your neck
While reciting the book of revelation
Things are never what they seem
the peacocks static melodies
So who do you love
Who do you trust when your friends
take a match to your front lawn
A panicked face makes the peacock proud
So who do you love
Who do you trust
Who do you kill when your senator
drags out your first born
A panicked face makes the peacock proud