Vendetta Red

Vendetta Red - In Lieu Of Dead Brides... songtekst

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Fucked on the gurney 'til you're black and blue,

by beheaded banshees who cackle and coo.

Who'd let a medic of blasphemous birth

flavor his meat with the salt of the earth?

Cannons and hymnals condemn you to die.

and oh how the acolytes sing?



"Lay them on the lawn

like dead virgins.

Goddess of the grove

we praise thee,

Gloria.

For every one of our

sisters tortured

a thousand of their sons

will burn."



Fist through your gums like a five fingered kiss.

A sad toothless suitor in post coital bliss.

Roll up that dollar, and powder your nose,

you'll show up like semen on dark colored clothes.

Forceps and scapel make a mockery of flesh,

and oh how the acolytes sing?



"Lay them on the lawn

like dead virgins.

Goddess of the grove

we praise thee,

Gloria.

For every one of our

sisters tortured

a thousand of their sons

will burn."



They're pointing, laughing, while he begs

his tormentors for just one taste

of that wicked honey between her legs,

before it goes away,

and she goes away.
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