In Lieu Of Dead Brides... Lyrics - Singles - Vendetta Red

Fucked on the gurney 'til you're black and blue, 

by beheaded banshees who cackle and coo. 

Who'd let a medic of blasphemous birth 

flavor his meat with the salt of the earth? 

Cannons and hymnals condemn you to die. 

and oh how the acolytes sing? 

"Lay them on the lawn 

like dead virgins. 

Goddess of the grove 

we praise thee, 

Gloria. 

For every one of our 

sisters tortured 

a thousand of their sons 

will burn." 

Fist through your gums like a five fingered kiss. 

A sad toothless suitor in post coital bliss. 

Roll up that dollar, and powder your nose, 

you'll show up like semen on dark colored clothes. 

Forceps and scapel make a mockery of flesh, 

and oh how the acolytes sing? 

"Lay them on the lawn 

like dead virgins. 

Goddess of the grove 

we praise thee, 

Gloria. 

For every one of our 

sisters tortured 

a thousand of their sons 

will burn."