Cradle Of Filth lyrics
Cradle Of Filth lyrics
"Babalon A.d. lyrics"
Boogie Woogie Amputee lyrics
I love to dance with Peg Leg Sue She got one, I got two I told her to save a dance for me My boogie woogie amputee We're gonna hop swing and jump I shake my hips, she shakes her stump Yeah Sha la la la Wee ahh oooh Disco Disco
I love to dance with Peg Leg Sue She got one, I got two I told her to save a dance for me My boogie woogie amputee We're gonna hop swing and jump I shake my hips, she shakes her stump Yeah Sha la la la Wee ahh oooh Disco Disco
I bled on a pivotal stretch
Like a clockwork Christ
Bears sore stigmata, bored
And as I threw Job, I drove
Myself to a martyred wretch
To see if I drew pity
Or pretty litanies from the Lord
So the plot sickened
With the coming of days
Ill millennia thickened
With the claret I sprayed
And though they saw red
I left a dirty white stain
A splintered knot in the grain
On Eden's martial aid
So glad for the madness
I walked the walls naked to the mo
All Apologies lyrics
[Originally by Nirvana] What else should I be All apologies What else should I say Everyone is gay What else should I write I don't have the right What else should I be All apologies In the sun I
on[Originally by Nirvana] What else should I be All apologies What else should I say Everyone is gay What else should I write I don't have the right What else should I be All apologies In the sun I
In Sodom and Babylon
And through rich whores and corridors
Of the Vatican
I led a sordid Borgia on
I read the Urilia text
So that mortals wormed
As livebait for the dead
And as I broke hope, I choked
Another Pope with manna peel
Dictation to DeSade
In the dark entrails of the Bastille
And as He wrote, I smote
A royal blow to the heads of France
And in the sheen of guillotines
I saw others, fallen, dance
I was an incurable
Necromantic old fool
Missouri 63 lyrics
both of my hands, they got the white knuckles from being in the dash. what if we get into an accident, and i don't have no cash, there's always whiplash. fat farting guernseys, chew their cuds at me, missouri 63. big buford lawman ten miles from moberly, he
A phagadaena that crawledboth of my hands, they got the white knuckles from being in the dash. what if we get into an accident, and i don't have no cash, there's always whiplash. fat farting guernseys, chew their cuds at me, missouri 63. big buford lawman ten miles from moberly, he
Drooling over the past
A rabid wolf in a shawl
A razor's edge to the rule
That the stars overall
Were never destined to last
So glad for the madness
I furnaced dreams, a poet, foe of sleep
Turning sermons with the smell
On Witchfinder fingers
Where bad memories lingered
Burning, as when Dante
Was freed to map Hell
I sired schemes and the means
To catch sight of the seams
And the vagaries inbetween...
And midst the lips and
100 Million lyrics
pay for the sign on the hill that says 'you're home' pay for the hole in the ground to place your bones pay for the words in your mouth to flow pay for the sales of your shoes to walk the streets of kings pay for the simplest
the curlspay for the sign on the hill that says 'you're home' pay for the hole in the ground to place your bones pay for the words in your mouth to flow pay for the sales of your shoes to walk the streets of kings pay for the simplest
Of this cunt of a world
In glimpses I would see
A nymph with eyes for me
Eyes of fire that set all life aflame
Lights that surpassed art
In sight, that no intense device of pain
Could prise their secrets from my heart
I knew not Her name
Though her kiss was the same
Without a whisper of shame
As either Virtue or Sin's
And pressed to Her curve
I felt my destiny swerve
From damnation reserved
To a permanent grin...
So glad for the madness