Warming the hearts of tragic hoodlum spirits Brighten the eyes of petty thieves who crawl at night Who feign to use a knife Jingle jangle the cosmos are on fire The blazing lines of the criminal choir Rejoiced to be alive Broken and depraved Sullied mop and rusted pail Centuries of poison to escape this heaven or hell This earthly cell of dead flowers and so many wounded foes It's hard to remember fantasy or horror Unwanted caresses Little Lolitas who want to be held in large hands
Dear Father, who art in heaven Hallowed by thine name Witches confused by their own magic Witches displeased by their own perfume Shame-locked women Shaman women fuming with shame Love-locked women Women their own magic women Shadow body, shadow spirit White blood, blue night Angels lyrics Female creature wilted high in the rafters Orgies of dust and butterfly laughter Shadows spilling into the babe's milk Sorry eyes of ghost's memoir Four blue plus two, that makes six That's twelve times two Two brown eyes, one green Hazel's asleep in the hayloft Down the road drowning in dry grass In the sweet maiden's lap poisened with nightshade Witches last laugh Stick your thumb out Lift up your skirt Someone's gonna stop here soon
Take down your hair and wind up your grin Someone's gonna take you home Stick out your thumb and lift up your skirt Someone's gonna stop here soon Take down your hair and wind up your grin Someone's gonna take you home
Even though red's not your color I'll dress you in feathers And fly you in the windy weather Like a child bird marooned on an island of cats Little dewy brawling cats With cross-eyed and hats They take mercy on you They take you for walks The mercy choir singing dismal hymns Watery bible rhymes All jumbled a mess A mess of bright graves and flowers and balloons
Stick out your thumb And lift up your skirt Someone's bound to stop here soon Take down your hair and wind up your grin Someone's gonna take you home
Stick out your thumb and lift up your skirt Someone's bound to stop here soon Take down your hair and wind up your grin Someone's gonna take you home
Stick out your thumb and lift up your skirt Someone's bound to stop here soon Take down your hair and wind up your grin Someone's gonna take you home
With a knapsack of trinkets I'm off to seek my fortune again Chasing ghosts of dead orphans Friend, cousin, or kin We wave to the passer by Moth wings of a butterfly Endless tracks where no car pass Close your eyes and you can fly I'm off to meet my soul mate A naked fawny jail bate Wading into ponds Filly with pollywogs at dawn Mournin' the light That slipped from my eyes A little child with dirty nails And dirty hair I had dirty things scrawled upon my mind
Stick out your thumb and lift up your skirt Someone's gonna stop here soon Take down your hair, wind up your grin Someone's gonna take you home
Stick out your thumb and lift up your skirt Someone's gonna stop here soon Take down your hair, wind up your grin Someone's gonna take you home
Stick out your thumb and lift up your skirt Someone's gonna stop here soon Take down your hair, wind up your grin Someone's gonna take you home
Stick out your thumb and lift up your skirt Someone's gonna stop here soon Take down your hair, wind up your grin Someone's gonna take you homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
