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I must have crawled through your bedroom doorin a fit of jealous breathperched upon the Baptist footof your unsuspecting bedFrom the blossom rags in my jackal croonto the stems of this cinquefoilI give to you the shrapnelwith which to sprinkle in the soilWhen all the traps in the cellar go clickety clickyou know I'm gonna set them for youYeah, for youAnd all the rats in the cellar full of vermin and stepsyou know I'm gonna set them for youYeah, for youWash it down with harlot soapwell, is this what you want?I'll paint your steps with the lilac stainsof smelter revenantMy cutlery is rattlingLetras de cancionesfrom the doorman wooden's boilsfrom the bottom of my throat I beckon youto cut the orchid cordWhen all the traps in the cellar go clickety clickyou know I'm gonna set them for youYeah, for youAnd all the rats in the cellar full of vermin and stepsyou know I'm gonna set them for youYeah, for youI know a girl that was wovenfrom spindle and threadwrapped in a bivouac of taffetascaffolding redShe tosses and turnsand wakes all the children in bedyawning with hungerthey take turns of nourishmentAnd she looks at me in the great outdoorsand you know what she tells me?Somebody help meis there anybody out there that can set me free? From Letras Mania