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Burn Black

 

Burn Black

(álbum: My Body, The Hand Grenade - 1997)


Now you complain and say you want the keys
Over my dead body, baby, that's where they'll be
Forget the knots around your neck
You say you remember, baby, you forget

Hey hey, this much is true
I never trusted you
Hey hey, this much is true
Now I'd burn black for you

And I try just to forget
Never, I won't
Never, I won't
Never, ever, never

Saying things that you can't hear
My dumb mouth to your deaf ear
Gushing lump, a violent smear
My dumb mouth to your deaf ear

Hey hey, this much is true
I never twisted you
Hey hey, this much is true
Baby, I'd burn black for you

No, I won't go down to it
Never, I won't
Never, I won't
Never, I won't Never

Crawl right up the wall
Up the stairs and down your hall

Now you beg and you want me
Over my dead body, baby, that's where I'll be
And you laugh at my disease
While sugar runs from my arteries

Hey hey, this much is true
I never bothered you
Hey hey, this much is true
Baby, I'd burn black for you

And I try just to forget
Never, I won't
Never, I won't
Never, I won't
Never

Starts out like magic, some sick religion
That ain't no vulture, that's a fucking pigeon
She's got vultures in her hair
And blood and feathers, they are everywhere
You want retreat, filthy and deep
A dead moon, a drunken seed
Baby, there is a room full of death and whores and truth
And I am waiting in that room
And I am sorry I did that for you
It's all whores, it's all pain
It's all disease, man, it's all the same
My little Judas, my little twin
Where you start, that's where I begin
She said, "I want it NOW!"

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