Da Capo Players
A Place in the Dirt
We are damned and we are deadAll God's children to be sentTo our perfect place in the sunAnd in the dirtThere's a windshield in my heartWe are bugs so smeared and scarredAnd could you stop the meat from thinkingBefore I swallow all of itCould you please?Put me in the motorcadePut me in the death paradeDress me up and take meDress me up and make me your dying godAngels with needles poke through our eyesAnd let the ugly light of the world inWe were no longer blindWe were no longer blindPut me in the motorcadePut me in the death paradeDress me up and take meDress me up and make me your dying GodNow we hold the "ugly head"The Mary-whore is at the bedThey've cast the shadow of our perfect deathIn the sun and in the dirt
From Letras Mania