We’ve been up and down this hill And found ourselves in different pills I met Satan in a cheap motel She talked at length about Orson Welles
You were washed up on the shore Lamb’s blood ran down your doors
Soft, gentle stranger Remember me when you’re tired and old Soft, gentle stranger Luella, babe won’t you marry me now
You were washed up on the shore Lamb’s blood ran down your doors
(Now let me tell you a story about war and peace)
Not every filth is art Not every strangers fall No row is Madonna No stranger is god Not every church is strong Not every city's wrong No struggle is in vain No system is safe
And no lore in this world Is sacred and sane Not every man would rather be dead than in chains Not every war's unjust Not every faith is love No orgasm is even enough
Soft, gentle stranger Luella, babe won’t you marry me now
Not every filth is art Not every strangers fall Not every generation is doomed to despair Not every hate is wrong Not every lust is sin Not every revolution begins from within
You were washed up on the shore Lamb's blood ran down your door
Soft, gentle stranger Luella, babe won’t you marry me now
Not every filth is art Not every strangers fall Not every generation is doomed to despair Not every filth is art Nor every strangers fall No orgasm is ever enough
Soft, gentle stranger Luella, babe won’t you marry me nowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
