Låttexter: Residents. The Service.

So I pushed and pushed and pushed them, through the towns and through the
bushes and the word was spreading like a lie. "Come and see the holy
two-some. They can heal and they can do some things that no one ever did
before." And so they came for holy healing, both the belching andthe
squealing, and the ones who maybe just were bored. Down the aisle they
slowly paraded, while I smiled and masqueraded as the kindly keeper of the
touch. Kneeling them along aa line, I taped a tiny piece of pine upon the
chin of each and every one. And then from this a copper wire stretched
across a tubeless tire and ended in a round and reddish clamp. Then at
once the fees were taken, and the apprehension shaken for the twins would
silently appear. Full of life and love and smiling knowing not that all
the while I too was smiling to myself inside. Silently I stood between
them holding up the crimson gleaming circle with the ends now pried apart.

Then I lifted up the cover softly like it was my lover and I felt them
shudder as they sighed. As I clampedthe metal on it, something like a
liquid donut shimmered as the holy union flexed. Then the people screamed
and shouted, as the donut grew and spouted little bitty dust balls made of
fire. And these soon enough descended down the lines and finally ended at
the screams of joy and pain and fear. For soon the cripples would be
walking and the dummies would be talking but no one knew exactly how or
why.
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