Sad City Sisters
(专辑: The Zealot Gene - 2022)
Hard to choose, to choose between them Tramps on a
night out, out of season Bare legs and arms at the
taxi stand Shoes in hand, cold kerb to freeze on What desperation, what souls possessed With lonely demons are put to test? Why should we worry, why should we care That warrior horsemen shame, defile them? Why tip the
cabbie, plus his fare? So send them home to stumble in And toss their knickers in the
bin Repentance looms then melts away Mocked by dark unearthly silence Replaced by incubus at play Bad sisters stare, graffiti walls Stare in return when weekend calls The
empty bragging, the
empty lives In anguish echo through empty malls What desperation, what souls possessed With lonely demons are put to test? Why should we worry, why should we care That warrior horsemen shame, defile them? The
six-gun notches say it all It was hard to choose, to choose between them Tramps on a
night out, out of season Out of body and out of mind Out of dark and into reason Get them home to stumble in And toss their knickers in the
bin Demons loom then melt away "Enough!" disrupts the
earthly silence Guilty Eros had his day Hands two sad souls to Agápē