We'll go for a walk and you'll get nowhere
This road leads to every disaster
Riding shotgun thru this silence
Spitting out these vicious secrets
There's a kill in a car and he's parking it right outside my face
Get it done with, get it done with
Is that a coffin fulluva cupids you keep pushing through my gate
There's a lot of fallen angels getting crushed beneath his feet
Now the killer gets the car and just drives it right into my guts
Get it done with, get it done with
Now the tears start flowing the fun really starts
Goodbye heaven, here comes heartache
Now the tears start flowing the fun really starts
Goodbye heaven, here comes heartbreak
Well the blood is really flowing and the fun it really starts
I don't need no derelict bloodshed
To lay these stains upon your altar
Saying prayers for passion killers
Who like saints commit these murders
Published by Widowspeak/Dying Arts
credits
from Honeymoon In Red,
released September 3, 2015
Lydia Lunch (vocals), Her Dead Twin (vocals), Roland S. Howard (guitar), Tracy Pew (bass), Dick Strum (drums)
Blood spraying everywhere. Perfect mood music for a slow slide into insanity. Drums and piano in a shocking display of aural erotic asphyxiation. Lydia Lunch
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