The old man is out by nine. His wife died a year ago. Always wearing his Sunday clothes. Never seen him talk to anyone. . Liquor stores and churches. There's one on every corner.
Cracking knuckles and tapping feet. Something isn't quite complete. . Ignoring my company I'm hoping. They'll take the hint and leave. . That magazine cover that caught my eye is so inviting.
Mother of mercy. Let me crawl on your bathroom floor. Mother of mercy. Let my will ebb into your house. Mother of mercy. I haven't done this for such a long time.
There's a baby in a meat slicer. On the kitchen table, half done up. Quite low, broken Madonna. Decaying, cracked on my toilet cover. . Go, go, go, go.
Your life caves in, and I am there. Pulling you back from the shoulders down. And though you suffer you will be mine. I always win I am misery. . Ohhh.
(Cerebrus) Birth is pain. (Succubus) Life is pain. (Cerebrus) Death is pain. (Succubus). Mortals of leveled grace. The worlds end fierce. We who live are ever dead.
In my life, if you find anything that's like. A fire unstoppable. Keep in mind that's just the presence of. The mighty King of Love. . He's the great protector, a good shepherd over me.
Another day in tribulation. Dead set on annihilation. No thought for my preservation. I'm fading away. . My existence abomination. No level of hesitation.
Hey precious daddy, can you hear me now. From the lost and found?. Although you're six feet underground. In the mirror, I can see your face. Just another trace.
Long time to see you. Long time to see you. Don't matter who you seem to be. It's a long time to see you. Long time to love you. Still thinkin' of you.
Now the reason we're here. As man and woman. Is to love each other. Take care of each other. When love walks in the room. Everybody stand up. Oh it's good, good, good.
Hey, man, wake up there's a full moon shining. Hey, man, too long we've been sleeping. What is it we're really feeling?. . Oh, I can feel the mandala.
Man of storm and child of cloud and sun. Whose eyes that dare the dazzling light of the dying, dancing leaves. Confess with mine that love has bravely won.
He's a muscleman, such a muscleman. Muscle up to him, he'll let you rub his tan. He's a muscleman, such a muscleman. Muscle in with him, he'll let you hold his hand.
I'm gonna drive my motorbike to heaven. I'm gonna slice a lemon in two and when the charcoal's burning bright. We'll be there in heaven. I'm gonna fly my motorbike to you, I don't know why.
It's coming quick. It's shining down. It comes. From all around. . I've got the moon above my shoulder. . And now I know. Just what to do. I'm running fast.
I'm so young and curvy at the hips. You can't wait to kiss my rosy lips. Hold me in between your finger tips. But It's you that I've got in my grip. .