Dress for Sale


Mr. Jack kissed his son goodbye
For the last time he's never coming back
Steps in through another rainy day
In the end we all end up the same
At the end of the road we pay
For our glorious mistakes we pay
You hauled your ashes for me
Distilled my bestiality
Now won't you buy me
This dress for sale

Bang bang! Your hands shake
Bang bang! Your skull cracks
Pull on the trigger I want to hear
Your screams begging me not to
set this beast free

I'm your Magdalene
Now bend over and kiss my feet
The one who peddles her back
Harvests the enemy's seed
Smile at me I'm your redemption
Bite my breasts with bloody teeth
I'm the mother of all sinners
Polly, Annie or Aileen

So young the boy fed you shame with a fork
His eyes saw your infection
You lost everything when you saw me
Pole dancing in a merry-go-round of horses in season

Tick tick tick on the floor
Is it me you're dying for now

Waking up in tears
To a closed casket
Your best Sunday dress
Glows through the wood
Oh my little girl
Our own virgin Mary
Also stained her sheet

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