Lyrics

When I play it on, she cracks and bleeds just like me My plague sermon ends at dawn Wake up and she's my enemy Pretty pictures of the pissing city Where the meat people bleed my diary This crypt-circus is the last thing you'll ever see Coma girl, swallow every dollar that you can pump from me Everywhere smells like crystal balls and the midnight anti-feast Shrivel bellied bride to be Smaller than the worms that squirm up my sleeve They blame it all on me, each time an angel burns off its wing Still their babies keep consenting To fuck and fuck to the rhythm of my raisin heartbeat Just play along, like it's not your blood all over me Hail to the skeleton king Laid to waste for me, they'll be the bait for me Hail to the skeleton king Can't get their fill of me, dying to kill for me I show myself to this world I'm the skeleton king, and I know you haven't eaten Won't be your saviour There's no salvation here There is just a skeleton I know you haven't eaten I will starve myself Because there's no heaven or hell quite like home
Writer(s): Jeff Wambolt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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