As sun and dove over bat and moon If we stay on this road we'll find religion soon I plant the seeds that flower in veins And destined down black-lit bathroom drains Of sacraments and ends Dead in a ditch death is the friend buried beneath drugged skin My stand became a lean verse cigarette machine Could cocaine candy console crippled children cavities? The tears of flesh death burns Now a miscentered mantelpiece in a porcelain urn But what words will witches sing While warlocks pluck away all day at their broken heartstrings I took some gun from some sick hand Said, "Count to ten." Oh, one, two, three... Fuck it, I don't care And all of us widowed wives Discussing dimensions in dream homes we hide And it's not fair These affairs are all I had Instead I had to lie Forget it I get it I guess it's true I'd make a boring brideTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.