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The Merry Thoughts
The Merry Thoughts - Goddess
Goddess
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Short-wave news arranged the day
As i visited her town
'some bugger in a tank parade,
Maggie's down'
As through the night mascara sights
The oil is done
On my way a shot-down cupid
And he
Is not
The only one
Lipstick on a razor-blade
She's stalking through the light
And all my sirens wail
And she will as she can
As she knows that she can
And all my sirens wail
As she knows that she's a goddess
I found the stairs unlit at night
Tethered by her hair
Maenads
And maggots
Pass my mind
Perfumes on the stairs
There are tales to be told of demotic acts
There are hearts to be sold by demotic sex
And the blue screen flickered shades on us
As the paraffin ran out
Maenads and maggots
Cram it in the archives
Maenads and maggots
Cram it in the archives
I'll be the angel of your mourning, baby
Lipstick on a razor-blade
She's stalking through the light
And all my sirens wail
And she will as she can
As she knows that she can
And all my sirens wail
As she knows that she's a goddess
Goddess
Goddess
Cram it in the archives
As i visited her town
'some bugger in a tank parade,
Maggie's down'
As through the night mascara sights
The oil is done
On my way a shot-down cupid
And he
Is not
The only one
Lipstick on a razor-blade
She's stalking through the light
And all my sirens wail
And she will as she can
As she knows that she can
And all my sirens wail
As she knows that she's a goddess
I found the stairs unlit at night
Tethered by her hair
Maenads
And maggots
Pass my mind
Perfumes on the stairs
There are tales to be told of demotic acts
There are hearts to be sold by demotic sex
And the blue screen flickered shades on us
As the paraffin ran out
Maenads and maggots
Cram it in the archives
Maenads and maggots
Cram it in the archives
I'll be the angel of your mourning, baby
Lipstick on a razor-blade
She's stalking through the light
And all my sirens wail
And she will as she can
As she knows that she can
And all my sirens wail
As she knows that she's a goddess
Goddess
Goddess
Cram it in the archives
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