Lyrics:
Take the ribbon from your hair
Shake it loose and let it fall
Layin' soft upon my skin
Like the shadows on the wall
Come and lay down by my
me
In all that blue
Little boy, such precious joy
Is dead to the world
Heaven queen, carry me
Away from all pain
All the same take me away
way back home (back home)
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone
(Hey, ayy)
I turn my head to the East
I don't see nobody by my side
I turn
Stuff about me, chill no out, outside
Dead, deal, no more for you, it's magic
Magical, logical and Christmas day
Extended to stay, stay by stay
You can
always find your way
And through it all into us all you move
Forgotten touch, forbidden thought
We can never, ever know
You know I'm not dead
Caesar ruled Rome and all it's glory
Every land called Alexander Great
But no man can compare in any story
With the one man who controls so many's
take me down
I know you think you're the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flower by the US mail
Send
Here comes President Kill again,
Surrounded by all of his killing men.
Telling us who, why, where and when,
President Kill wants killing again.
Where is the sun
That shone on my head
The sun in my life
It is dead
It is dead
Where is the light
That would play
In my streets
And where
has rotted away.
Take the time absorb it.
Their time is slipping away.
Stone all carved by hand.
Statues that resemble their faces.
They still breathe.
even bread
I ask for nothing for myself
For I am dead, for I am dead
All that I ask for is for peace
You fight today, you fight today
So that
my dead body
This is how I end up sucked in
Over my dead body
I'm gonna go to sleep
Let this wash all over me
We don't really want a monster
and mayonnaise and bread
If it wasn't for cold bologna by now
(Cold bologna)
Y'all know I would've been dead
Mama sure looks tired
She said, "what's that you
something I should know?
Something all consuming
All consuming
Ooooh, vac-you-you-me
Waking up dead
From above
vac-you-you-me
Waking up dead
I
And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the mail
Send me dead flowers to my wedding
And I won't forget to put roses
my dead body
This is how I end up sucked in
Over my dead body
I'm gonna go to sleep
Let this wash all over me
We don't really want a monster
So you go to the village in your tie dyed jeans
And you stare at the junkies and the closet queens
It's like some pornographic magazine
And you
Susie, take me down
I know you think you're the queen of the underground
Send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the mail
Say it
on how and when
To scratch and claw until the end
To work for each new day
And all around the hunting ground
The dead were on display
The queen
today
But who is this Santa Evita?
Why all this howling, hysterical sorrow?
What kind of goddess has lived among us?
How will we ever get by without
This is the city of the dead
As we lie side by side in bed
I'd do something else instead
But it is the city of the dead
We went out kickin'
And after all the Jacks are in their boxes,
And the clowns have all gone to bed.
You can hear the happiness staggering on downstream,
Footprints
defend
We're the rock 'n' roll saviors
We're goin' to fight with all of our might 'til disco is dead
Those discos think they've got us, we've only just
broken
We all turned into cattle which is really no surprise
Now the night has fallen and it's time for the spirits of the
Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead
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