Johnny Truant I Love You Even Though You're A Zombie Now
Casual Royalties of a man with damp rags and little
invisible hands
Yeah, a whiskey tipple for you, in your veins I'm
dreaming of slashing you
The fox is running, to bless the hag
And daddy loves you
And your guitar hand
We'll be gone?..
Sailing Ships?..
To Paris Cliffs
Never said?..Your words of lust would ever touch us, you
bloody leeches simply
were just stains?..
On your blackened ash heart, we leaving regardless of
tears
Run home??
We cannot save you now, You're already lost in mechanical
spite
Run Home?
We'll sing with middle fingers
You cannot erase all the things that you've done, you
cannot erase we're
holding yours guns.
Here's my fists, thank you goodnight, she's my baby,
she's got the prettiest
eyes
