He'll chase away the skeletons harboured in your Christian closets Salutations to a passenger of guilty trips Of guilty trips well travelled Well travelled and travelling Thoughts of glory holes Of angel kisses Of golden showers All cured by a holy bottle of H2O
So shock me Peter This is the day For this unruly soul to make its getaway Shock me Peter Clear the way You're selling lies but it's enough to make me say Get away
A diluted broth of plastic pop songs birthed of sunlight and toxic glitter Fed unto the wanting spoonfuls of formaldehyde laced with a pinch of ginger And the midnight people banished by oil-slickened productions
My zombie honey, do you realise what you've done? Your loneliness is killing us Ruled and ruling Beckoned by the beckoning
So shock me Peter This is the day For this unruly soul to make its getaway Shock me Peter Clear the way You're selling lies but it's enough to make me say Get away
Get away from your golden arches Your pre-packaged prophets designed to conduct your choreographed lives Morals for immortality Quarrels for brutality Blank stares and stifling yawns all fed to the broken masses
Wash it all away
Angry egos and holy placebos will cast away the rotting With your Hollywood gods all built on a mountain of recycled flesh Dead eyes fashioned with wide smiles It's hard to stay beautiful without the tender touch of a scalpel's knife
Tell me your stories Tell me your glories Tell me your light and I'll tell you my dark
So shock me Peter This is the day For this unruly soul to make its getaway Shock me Peter Clear the way You're selling lies but it's enough to make me say Get away Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
