the pain Unholy water Sanguine addiction Those silver bullets A last blood benediction It is her moon time When there's iron in the air A rusted essence
: A swollen sun melting at the horizon Between the sheets I wait for her to come A living flame, impossible to resist Burning me deep with every bite
: It's no secret we're close As sweaty velcro Like latex, fur and feathers Stuck together Now In their '62 'vette Sharing one cigarette In a black light
: Wake up, it's Christmas mourn Those loved have long since gone The stocking are hung but who cares preserved for those no longer there six feet beneath
skin Yourself so wet invites me in Our lust increased feeds desire As we combust, yeah we on fire I feel you shake so deep inside O oh scream my name
Now like a bird she flew away to chase her dreams of books and praise still I miss her yeah I miss her since she's gone at JFK who played the fool?
[by Neil Young] I wanna live with a cinnamon girl I could be happy the rest of my life With a cinnamon girl. A dreamer of pictures I run in the night
yeah i think she's falling out of love yeah i think she's falling out of love yeah i think she's falling out of love yeah i think she's falling out
Spring won't come, the need of strife To struggle to be freed from hard ground The evening mists that creep and crawl Will drench in the dew and so drown
Hey Bacchus She hates me Hey Bacchus She hates me The street lamps light a wet old red hook road A furry vino tinted slave Molten oil painted Brooklyn
In her place one hundred candles burning as salty sweat drips from her breast her hips move and I can feel what they're saying, swaying They say the
It's no secret we're close As sweaty velcro Like latex, fur and feathers Stuck together Now In their '62 'vette Sharing one cigarette In a black light
A swollen sun melting at the horizon Between the sheets I wait for her to come A living flame, impossible to resist Burning me deep with every bite,
Wake up, it's Christmas mourn Those loved have long since gone The stocking are hung but who cares preserved for those no longer there six feet beneath
Eins! Zwei! Drei! Vier!
alleviate the pain Unholy water Sanguine addiction Those silver bullets A last blood benediction It is her moon time When there's iron in the air A rusted