The smallest part of me is an echoing cavern Waiting to be filled with the light of your lantern Kerosene careens from your grip onto the floor And you're looking to the place you think I might have torn my bag it holds a camera sniffing salts and rakes A brownish hand recorder to put the sounds to tape To pay back for you later on inauguration day And you will teach them slowly how to pronounce your name Sweet sweet Magdalene Build your time machine I'm sturdy like the sewer line But I'm one dead Nazarene Come invade my prison Come up to my cell Oh, what the hell We'll stay a spell tonight babe And I'll make love to you The whole night through You warned you would find bleeding A crease in my long back This is long before you knew me I was a slave to hearts attack You need it like a train track needs its pins and spikes And the town below the damn falls needs its gutter and it's dice Sweet sweet Magdalene Build your time machine I'm sturdy like the sewer lines But I'm one dead Nazarene Come invade my prison Come up to my cell Oh, What the hell we'll stay a spell tonight babe I'll make love to you The whole night through The whole night through The whole night through The whole night throughTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
