Iīm mad so I am (come & take my hand)
a princess feels a grain of sand
and I donīt got much time (but you take my time)
letīs roll our heads to the sinnerīs grave, yeah
feed the vicious coons
sleeping on the railway track
and yesterday I was (in the open light)
heard that shuffle beat before
they told me to ignore
I wanna die now I wanna die now
and I picked up her dirty dress
she had decided not to belive in love
cuz sheīs a floating far through space
and itīs a so called drop dead atmophere
cuz when sheīs not here
I could hide behind my velveteen rabbit
and my habits are very queer
yeah, daddy said my remember that you need not fear
itīs blowin in my ear
sehīll put a spell on you, donīt try to hide
better keep her at your side cuz you wonīt come back alive
sheīs gonna capture you inside her bed
think about the pieces of your doubt & try instead
sheīs gonna wrap you inside her hand
think about her velvet dress that slips away like sand
sheīs gonna draw your head between her legs
this time thereīs no return (no return)
wegotta feed the vicious coon
and itīs a so called low down dirty shame
just believe in what you are
and keep your eyes on the morning star
although it seems so far far far
I climbed the tree
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