Worshipped and praised, with constant suffering Put to death for a cause or belief Bow down to me, now you're just a memory Your soul now cast, finally
All of those dead film stars Like you used to And are you still thinking of All of those pretty rhymes And perfect crimes Like you used to love And if
live it again is past all endeavor Except when that tune clutches my heart And there we are, swearing to love forever And promising never, never to part What moments divine
you for loving me. A first kiss and a last goodbye, ten long years with a paper cut that's cold and dead to me. Just open up the window, and see the coffin
your love Only your love, your love, your love Verse 2 Mmmm Mmmm Mmmm Mmmm Love me Lord you sho do I done lied and cheated and cheated and lied And treated
And a life we a live we waan live it up And if a love yuh waan give yuh fi give it up And if a guy waan dead yuh know a fridge it up Major Mackerel inna
t think that anybody shell out enough And I really think true wealth is home and happiness and health A little cash and you'll need nothing else And as
And you will be able to see my revolution on television You'll get an aneurysm fuckin around with my head on collision With the power to get you dead and half the dead
And at it's heart a mythic queen Her skin of purest hue Whose beauty is unquestionable But whose duties are askew For beneath the airs and divine graces
when God is glorifying? There we will be between the dead and dying Where will you be my darling? Where will you be when God is glorifying? Prophecies and
will be between the dead and dying Where will you be my darling? Where will you be when God is glorifying? Prophecies and glory forge a massive disdain
that we first met Curve of moon and haunted shore The stars were not those Heaven sent Did we come together At masked palatial Balls In silks and flesh and
murder of ravens But no less Astarte to behold Abandoned by Heaven To the dead, dark and past Cast Her dispersions On life's brittle glass And though
taint of Her splendour So rare and engendered 'Pon the awed throng gathered There... Beneath the howling stars She danced so macabre Men entranced divined
: I pace, alone In a place for the dead Overcome by woe And here, I've grown So fond of dread That I swear it's heaven Oh sweet May, Dressed in grief
: Herodias and I have led a phantom cavalcade Through veiled and pagan history where superstitions reigned And Christendom sought to pervert, but poets
