Print

The air raids at night are keeping things serene The president's men are closing in on me And the crosshair grin you hold me in still does not propose an argument convincing me to shed to Devil's clothes Electrodes to spine Tonguing my wounds clean That's when the nightmare stops Oh yeah, I had a dream I had a dream It went - shackled to the lover of another in a chapel so pristine We're baptised as atheists I never felt so clean SongtexteThe more I hear doves cry, the less I want to fly The more I hear them crying out... When does the seizure end? When does the cyanide kick in? I'd like to hike you up over this waste of love and back again Oh my mistress Whoa sweet distress Your dress is brining it all back to me and we are closer that whore caught up a roundabout in hell Twilight isn't in the dark on this one You can play me out on the hotel floor The more I hear doves cry, the less I want to fly The more I hear those doves crying This is where the plot it thickens Not behind the ribs but below the truth You can use your sleuth 'cause I'm begging for proof When does the seizure end? When does the cyanide kick in? I'd like you hike you up over this waste of love and back again Oh my mistress Whoa sweet distress Your dress is bringing it all back to me and we are closer than whores caught up in a roundabout No need to run away The pig was snuffed and laid We saw this happening all on the front page This is the last time we bet on landmines We've got a lot riding on this one So save you bullets for the call back We've got a lot riding on this one Don't turn you back 'til you see the blood flow back Aus Songtexte Mania