Dogs

Have the virgins with their honesty... guarantee? We move like vandals down darkened streets And talk like dime store nobles Shining blackness in our one track eye Shining blackness in our one track mind Shining blackness in our one track eyes Just like grabbed by lightning corners Just like cannibals, we must be starving... With the jobless scandals of society, with their churlish retches We want the graves and go for the bones Of beloved ancestors and blessed saints Deepest darkness in our blackened hearts Got no time for you bleeding hearts Deepest darkness in our blackened hearts Got no time for you bleeding hearts It comes with words of loneliness It comes on nights of choruses You're going to die and go straight to hell ... Hell!