Provenance Some Gossip On Stealing A Spouse
What's this I hear,
You're leaving town ?
Packed your bags,
Burnt your house,
To harmonies of pain and fears...
What's this I hear,
You killed some clown ?
Stole his tags
And took his spouse,
To melodies of rain and tears...
7 hundred thousand towns away,
Nothing you can do...
7 hundred thousand towns away,
The world's refusing you...
7 hundred thousand towns away,
Nothing you can do...
7 hundred thousand towns away,
The world's refusing you... ...ooh...
What's this I hear,
You're coming home ?
We miss you still despite your kill,
So welcome home to symphonies (ooh)
Of dread and horror,
Pain and sorrow... (ooh)
...pain...dread...n'pain and horror... ooh
...of dread and horror, pain and sorrow... (ooh)
...pain...n'dread...dread and horror... (ooh)
