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Richard
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Rock
Richard was released on January 1, 1995 by Jealous Butcher Records as a part of the album Lost Somewhere Between the Earth and My Home
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Release DateJanuary 1, 1995
LabelJealous Butcher Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Geraldine Fibbers
The Geraldine Fibbers
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carla Bozulich
Carla Bozulich
Songwriter
Kevin Fitz-Gerald
Kevin Fitz-Gerald
Songwriter
William Tutton
William Tutton
Songwriter

Lyrics

The devil smiled and put on her party dress
Out on the curb, her curls were a mess
Chaos went tumbling through her nimble hands
Never skipped a beat as she netted another man
In forty-five minutes, his head was on a plate
Served as the main course at a banquet for the state
Should've stayed home
Should've worked late
Should've sent those letters in a dusty milk crate
But it's too late, ah-ha
Too late, ah-ha
Too late, ah-ha
It doesn't matter anyway
'Cause when the light goes out, heads are gonna roll
In an hour and a half, the devil was down by the sea
Working strange mischief on her bride-to-be
It seems the pretty girl was laughing
As her world was filled with doubt
She laughed as her own head was chopped
Off and the fish came spilling out
Watching the fish swim into the sea through a river of red
She said, "I've been wondering what's been troubling my head
And I thank you for expelling those irritating pests
Now if you'd snap me back together, I'll be at my very best
And we can go, you devil, we can go"
Should've set the clocks back
Should've taken her time
Should've set her hair on fire with vodka and lime
But it's too late, ah-ha
Too late, ah-ha
Too late, ah-ha
It doesn't matter anyway
'Cause when the light goes out, heads are gonna roll
Now the story takes a happier turn
'Cause the devil loved the girl and the feeling was returned
They cut through the trees, knocking the tops off as they flew
To a pretty place for kissing, a place with a view
They watched a man lay down his hand in a game of chance
The lust for luck and security is a hopeless romance
The devil grinned and whispered, "Comfort is a myth
The clock is ticking, ticking, going tick, tick, tick, tick"
Should've took the train
Should've worn black
Should've rode his high horse over a red applejack
But it's too late, ah-ha
Too late, ah-ha
Too late, ah-ha
It doesn't matter anyway
'Cause when the light goes out, heads are gonna roll
Written by: Carla Bozulich, Kevin Fitz-Gerald, William Tutton
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