Blow Monkeys Sweet Murder
I met a little girl, Goddess was her name
Put me in a cage, tied me to a tree
Said 'you won't discover nothing 'bout me, baby
If you treat me that way'
These days of mine are less than sublime
(Sweet murder)
I am a man of means, given to extremes
Whatever I feel I borrow or steal
Anything I can to stop me falling, baby
In your harbor of love
Shipwrecked on the shores of your skin
(Sweet murder)
Ow!
He who has no place of rest
The ghostly painted face on my lover's breast
Now that love is dead, me, I'm getting drunk
It helps pass the time
Can't you see that I miss you more than ever, baby
(I miss you more than ever, baby)
Just my gift from the gods
I give you money, you give a bed
(Sweet murder)
Come cure me now
(Come cure me now)
Come cure me now
(Come cure me now)
Come cure me now
(Come cure me now)
Suffer for me now
'Cause Mother Nature don't disfigure
Those that she favor
These days of mine or less than sublime
(Sweet murder)
Bop, bop sh-lay la lay, bop sh-lay la lay
Bop sh-lay la lay, bop sh-lay la lay
Bop sh-lay la lay, hey, hey
And I miss you more than ever, baby
But I feel your disease
Shipwrecked on the shores of your skin
(Sweet murder)
