Lyrics:
Steam powered technology
She's half human, half killing machine
Retro futuristic fantasy
Cyborg Assassin Victorian Queen
Steampunk Woman
Mechanical
with the mentions
Valley Victorian
living up north bougie
Don't consider her a Groupie
Nah' she ain't a porn star
homie boy that's the wrong movie
the motion of the wheels
Through the Victorian pipework and into the bricks
Across the way clouds vent from a care home
Where so many miners are about to see
Victorian etiquette
I want a pay rise, I want a large fox rug
I want an army of unplanned babies starving as they're shot down like heroes
I want all
Three point fourteen
That makes pie
Paint you pretty pictures depict my victorian
Movin accordion (Yo, according, yo, yo)
Fuck are we fighting for?
will haunt me
Forever you will haunt me
Pretend your soul is met
With roses, gold, and a clean house it's
Victorian and perfect
Everything you wanted
But
a dream just fucks you up,
Makes you terrified of closing your eyes
I'm climbin' up the stairs
In an old Victorian church
You're lying in a bathtub
With
just as the wrecking ball
Was preparing to knock it down
It must have been beautiful when it was new
A Victorian dream in stone
And I would have said so
Made me laugh but also made me cry
One of Rhodes’ funeral
And I wondered who the gal was
So pretty in her white Victorian dress
She must have been
Victorian aesthetic with more secrets and more lingerie
I could be the part of you who lights your fire bombs away
Not discounting all the things that made
cloth
The color of Victorian goth
The crow I wear no up for sale
The honor of a nightingale
Dethroned, running my kingdom on my own
Once the opulence is
know I leave in the DeLorean
But that's never where the story ends
Stop by to see my niece, Jake & Tori and
I order her a fleece, so Victorian
She's
so flattered
Because all of our shits stink and right now we are knee deep
In everybody’s faeces like a Victorian sewage system
Cruising down Shits
the games that you play.
But if we were living back in the Victorian era
You could be my sweet 17
If it were possible nothing you say would be sweeter.
But
We'll begin
Well beyond the late-Victorian imaginings of H.G. Wells
Come with me
Pressing forward half-a-century plus
We're in the 1950s
Gone from
network
Push a feudal system
Like Victorian Houses
Input the present
With Valerian magnets
A two party system
With separate accountants
Imagine how I
the vision
I'm valid Victorian
You honorable mention
I been workin
I beeen grinding
While these niggas been sleep
These Nigga hiding
Niggas lying
You ain't in
say revelation's dawning a new way around the sun
Victorians appear
Destination's clear
The smell of redolence on my walk
The Chapel of The Grail on my
floating round the room
He knows everyone's portrait on the wall
Let him have just one night out of his tomb
My very own victorian doll
Hello Mr Phantom
Can
take a mint
I throw color fits like my closet homophobic
Do it like I'm working with some scorpions accordions
In some open 40's like victorians pour
Let me dream in black and white
Victorian smoke fills the sky
And all that glisters is not free
The new abnormal's not for me
Go away, away from here
Francisco
ʼcause the traffic is so alarming
But get me a Victorian apartment
and I agree to give up my garden
Iʼll see you tomorrow morning
coffeeʼs
Under the street lamps of a my
Victorian society
Pedestrians walk in the night
Reaching the auditorium
And steam in the pipes is running
Whistles
Hen-ery Wylde did you long to go wild
To break free from the church, to swim nude in the sea?
Oh, Hen-ery Wylde were you happy to be
A mild Victorian child,
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