Purple Violin (Crooked)

All you crooked mother fuckers

Let me get my head on straight

All you perverted little lovers

Hiding in your holy caves

When her tongue's in my mouth

I become someone else

Someone else, it's amazing, how she makes this

Painting of pastel light

Fingertips so divine

It's extreme but I feed on it

If I'm only human

Then my hands are useless

Unless of course I use them

On what they call unclean

So just throw the dirt on my skin

Roll around and rub it in

I despise the sin

I'm a ball of yarn

Just spin, spinning out

It's a tantric weave, that I'll wait for, I'll wait for

My sacrament, I imagined it

Oh is this the way, your way

You imagined it when you

Play the purple violin

Satisfied my stimulation

But now my head's un-straight

Fall into manipulation

She set me out of place

If I'm only human

Then my hands are useless

Unless of course I use them

On what they call unclean

So just throw the dirt on my skin

Roll around and rub it in

Make me want the sin

I'm a ball of yarn

Just spin, spinning out

It's a tantric weave, that I'll wait for, I'll wait for

My sacrament, I imagined it

Oh is this the way, your way

You imagined it when you

Play the purple violin

If I'm only human

Then my hands are useless

Unless of course I use them on you

A sucker for temptation, she's got me on a string

I don't mind it one bit though

I'm a ball of yarn

Just spin, spinning out

It's a tantric weave, that I'll wait for, I'll wait for

My sacrament, I imagined it

Oh is this the way, your way

You imagined it when you

Play the purple violin

Oh is this the way, you play the purple violin

Oh play me play me play me baby

Like a purple violin

All you crooked mother fuckers

Let me get my head on straight