Luci In The Sky With Demons - текст песни
Luci In The Sky With Demons
Luci in the Sky with Demons
Your sick, and you're gunna stay sick
I'll spread me open
Stick to my ribs
Are all your infants in abortion cribs
You run like roaches
You try to die
I know your poison
In our space we'll... lie
God is unfashionable, you've got to have somebody
To an obscene god we will dance and spit
The skin is thin in our beds we sit
Take off our rings and, we kneel
Our scabbed knees are so slow to heal
Worships, worships, worships satan...
It's just so that they can do anything...
...a religion out of sickness and hatred, I just don't understand!
You're sick
You're sick
You're sick and you're gonna stay sick
Stretch a little boy hole for looking-glass people
I don't want to be me
I don't want to fear no
Mama's got a scarecrow
Got to let the corn grow
A man can't always reap what he sows
Cut cut cut in pantomime, mime, mime
I'll be your devil if you'll admit you're mine
Cut cut cut in pantomime, mime, mime
I'll be your devil if you'll admit you're mine
Cut cut cut in pantomime, mime, mime
I'll be your devil if you'll admit you're mine
Cut cut cut in pantomime, mime, mime
I'll be your devil if you'll admit you're mine
I made a big fat bargain with the devil!
Leave yourself to be ultra-here
The chill of fall is always crawling near
Spiders in the flowers never know their smell
The barbers here know secrets they will never tell
The devil is just an excuse...
Cut cut cut in pantomime, mime, mime
I'll be your devil if you'll admit you're mine
Cut cut cut in pantomime, mime, mime
I'll be your devil if you'll admit you're mine
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