Howitzer glare and spitfire blade Wooed by Dresden serenades Her soundtrack now a bombing raid Bored of vaudeville
God was six days sober On the night that she was born To the glistening star of a bible class An icon now in religious porn She was Alice through the gloryhole An ejaculate misconception Disney-esque, the high priestess Of greed and deepest dark deception
All best to bury whims For Miss Libertina Grimm
She, that little red riding crop Brer Werewold at her stocking tops Beneath the tightened leather strop Of the basque of the houndervilles
At the stroke of midnight come She polished verse and hearses In a poisonous pen dipped in omen To her surgeon full of general curses In the hand of morgue redeemers Though the dead always pleased her more Squatting in their coffins Flirting curtsies to the thirteenth floor
Tip your hats For sweet Libertina Grimm
Fantasy and candy stores Snow white and the seven straws Smoke and mirrors on all fours... Libertina Grimm
Her brothers grim, her sisters through The final dance will be the cue She amputates to fit the shoe Libertina Grimm
Libertina Grimm
Mystery kindled in a blackened room Nine candles lit to improve the gloom She sees the dark as she feels womb Full of hidden secrets They haunt her heart, those precious few Those Count Lestats and Betty Blues Those tortured souls just like me and you Full of hidden secrets
No, don't go Don't you leave me So alone Libertina No, don't you go Don't you leave me here So alone Where the dead are free to roamTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
