im not really into necrophilia, the fire kept her warm...
burnt flesh falling from her bones as she danced into the sun...
ashes ashes we all fall down ashes ashes we all fall down...
its already been done, this is nothing but a memory lost and found
she painted her face like a circus clown and made me swear to never tell a soul
but i confess i cannot keep a secret as good as this one
good golly miss molly, happiness is a warm gun
i now think i understand why you couldn't sink that stone
it was magic some kind of voodoo magic magic magick!!
to walk with a crooked spine... never realized i was walking sideways and upside down
the town looked the same no matter what angle you viewed
or which angel you were viewing it with
she was a witch a wicked wicked witch and she invited me to come to life
a classic case of monkey becoming man
im alive i screamed goddam!! i am alive like an A K
cold hard steel ready to live ready to get paid
just pull my trigger just push my button
ready to scream at the top of my lungs
i love the taste of her tongue
today is the first day of my life
time to have some fun!!
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