This is not Paradise Lost But Paradise Disowned Virgin Mary, weak and wild Rids herself of an unwanted child Price of love, Pain to pay For a quick visitation
Right Big Jesus, soul mates, trash can Well, it's a fucking rotten business this Both feet in the bad-boot Lie stiff in the crypt, baby, like a rock
Blundertown is drowned in no brainstorm Smothered in mud at the foot of the river The color vague is slapped around stupid Blood dries to a very dull
When you walk outta here When you walk out I gotta fill up that space Or fill up that no space I'll fill it up with tears I'll fill it up with tears
Dead Joe Joe, Joe Joe Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho dead Joe Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho dead Joe Oh, welcome to the car smash Oh, welcome to the
The woods eats the woman And dumps her honey body in the mud Her dress floats down the well And it assumes the shape of the body of a little girl Yeah
Blast off Wham bam This time it's the truth This time nothing's gonna fall on through These books are broken up Blast off Wham bam Right off the shelf
on this European night out on the brink the cafes and the bars still stink the air is much too thick for seeing but not thick enough for leaning I leave
gun wears his alcoholism well finger in bottle and swingin' it still from Bed to Sink and back again clock is crawlin' round the same he's bustin' clock
I stuck a six-inch gold blade in the head of a girl she: lying through her teeth, him: on his back hands off this one, hands off! she cried grinning at
Well, this is true Oh, this is true It's true Mister forever said Nothing said, I can sing Hit it and make it a dead one With words like, with words
wow! uh oh I am a figure of fun obsessive, dead-pan and moribund [creantic girl] seasick I am the figure of fun [?] I baked in the sun I have no luck
The light from the window Falls on the floor And after it breaks I cut my feet On the little bright pieces I glow in the dark But only when night falls
So you've come back for Jennifer You know, she hides her face behind a veil And I'm warning you Frankie, leave on the next train Your Jennifer she just
I am the king, I am the king, I am the king I am the king, I am the king, I am the king I am the king, I am the king One dead marine through the hatch
First, I tried to kill it with a hammer Thought that I could lose the head Sure, we've eaten off the silver When even food was against us And then I tried
Worn and gnawn A little hole Just a small hole Letting in a sick wind In a small puffs Yo ho hole, yo ho hole Through which blow A small sick wind Yo
King ink strolls into town He sniffs around King ink kicks off his stink-boot Sand and soot and dust and dirt and He?s much bigger than you think King