Johnny Truant The Grotesque
Round up heaven's drunk ones booze grips the lungs we
are a battle raging forward at the sun
This skull is empty love has left me here unsung
release the wolves before the town's rats overcome
Heaven's a bastard place watching nurses piss on open
graves
warriors rise from their tombs will they save our
fortune
Lead the pigs and creatures onward
doves peck at the wounded save room for the dead
It's time for the living to march on till the end
We are the ones who wanted more than this wretched life
to die and live among the perfect and the right
I just can't breathe without a drop of the finest wine
in this perfect life
Tattoo the crotch of the heavenly father young blood
you've got the best of me
The angels failed to mention the price you're gonna
have to pay pawning dreams of our mouths around the
virgin
All my dreams are broken wrapped in sequences. Humanity
All my devastation bare the consequence. Humanity
All my complications lead to consequence. Humanity
We gave it to our fathers for a second chance to live
for free
To live for free
The grotesque
