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Oh I bled on the bed
from a wound in my head
on the night before I sent this
welling with dread
from the things that were said
on the boardroom that left me defensless

And though you weren't there
I could still feel you stare
and your voice it rang cold and contemptuous
so forgive me this morning
if I should fall worn
in the arms of the lethal temptress

At a nightclub engagement
we sang on the stage
in a voice that was broken and tuneless
still it's better to work
than to beg like a jerk
for the kind of things we all find useless

And hell hath no fury
and dear I'm not worried
I will see to my eternal penance
just one more glass of gin
before I fall back in
to the arms of the lethal temptress

So you frighten the ghost town
and ground them all down
till one day you'd reach a consensus
and I know from your verse
you put America first
and all others you simply beat senseless

And worship like this is to honour the fist
and to conjure what's cruel and licentious
and I don't know what's fair
and I really don't care
in the arms of the lethal temptress

And I won't place a bet
but I knew when we met
that one day we'd come to regret this
and that what once was love
can turn quickly enough
into something so hard and contemptuous

And hell hath no fury
and death is no jury
our love's ended before I commence this
but for one final sin
you won't see me again
in the arms of the lethal temptress

But for one final sin
you won't see me again
in the arms of the lethal temptress

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