A song about falling in love with blood letting pagan hot psycho sluts
Michael Jost, Production
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I was listening to Duran Duran one day
I felt hungry like a wolf
This hot nude brazillian chick
fed me a tangerine
And then stole my sole
with a toothy smile
And a squirt of lime.
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Look at you,
such a pretty thing.
Wearing one Gucci shoe.
Standing naked in a dazzling storm.
Singing, “oh what shall I do?”
While I laugh, and drink my Merlot.
Too drunk to strum guitar.
You could say, “Well it’s a miracle
that we’ve made it quite this far.”
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But you are worth your weight in gold
I prayed for clay that I could mold
Love is safer I was told, yeah
safe before the sun.
Look at you,
can a Wiccan sing?
Without her swishing broom.
Keep on screaming like a tempest.
Because, that’s all you ever do.
While I choose to be Bacchus,
And play my cracked sitar.
You could say, “We’re way too spiritual,
and tango hipped by far.”
{Chorus}
But you were worth your weight in gold
I prayed for clay that I could mold
Love is safer, so I was told, yeah
safe before the sun.
The Confounded Bridge
In between, the fars and nears
I’ve seen it once, ever so clear
Felt it closing around my throat
The water laps against Charon’s boat
Take away forever ridding
Me of this that has no fitting
Tomorrow’s now, when then was over
Sleeping poppy, four leaf clover
Honey madness, sticky sadness
Wear proud splinters of some antique harness
Borrowing coins that bear no dates
No faces hinder the tarnished outcome
They’re between God and that
They’ve used me like the front door
But I am still the stalking cat
And they forever Red eyed rats.
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