Mushi Unfairytale
I`ve got a woman she loves alcohol
Now she is drifting towards definite fall
But with the skirts up high, the layered smoke and all
She can`t remember when to call
It a day
Her personality is on the run
And it keeps on running till the job is done
you`ll find her wandering about (in) the naked street
on her tormentet bloody feet,
bruised meat
Silver moon and silver locks, she’s on the run
She is rising from the ashes of her mom
In an un-un-unfairytale
Nothing is quiet for the restless soul
The journey home is filled with tempting holes
Behind the curtains lurks the ghost of better days
Well, you cannot always have
it your way
Silver moon and silver locks, she’s on the run
She is rising from the ashes of her mom
In an un-un-unfairytale
Romantic inclinations
or romantic infestation
My gun is in the attic
I`m loading silver bullets
They solve no problems,
but they make big and pretty holes
Makes it easier to reach her soul...
Silver moon and silver locks, she’s on the run
She is rising from the ashes of her mom
In an un-un-unfairytale
