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Black Madonna will come down for you With open arms and a veil to hide her face And Black Madonna will come down for you And there is no sickness and there is no suffering And there is no anguish and no anger that she cannot erase You might see Black Madonna walking between the sheets of an angry day Or you might see her smile a strange-sad smile as she steps out of your way Or you might not see her at all But she might be coming down for you With her arms spread wide and her head on fire 'cause she sees you been down so long There isn't a sin that you could make that she will not forgive But oh, Black Madonna, I did not believe her beauty I thought I did not need her mercy I thought I did not need Traded my belongings and my body My memory and my mind My center of gravity and my sense of direction 'til I woke up half an hour from the city And realized I had lost all sense of the passage of time So I don't know if it's been a day or a week or a year All I know is I'm still here And I always thought you'd lift me up Letras de cancionesAnd you never did What the fuck? >>there isn't a sin that you could make That she will not forgive No there isn't a sin that you could make In the ways that a stray must live So what I wanna know is this If you believe in everything fitting into a kind of place If you believe that everything and everybody has a certain space they fit intobabies entering into a welcoming world in jubilant curls of star gazing wonder And the sick yes even the sick just a shuffling into sleep's dark brother And the sleepers in the sleet The heaps in the street Nestled under trestles for to get a little heat And if the trestles watch over the sleepers And if life ushers her lucky winners Through fleshy gates to four star dinners And if sleep ushers his population To plug into the dream life radio station And if thin souls whose bodies haven't wrecked them Walk smoky streets that know and expect them Then what I want to know is this What of strays who have turned their backs on the god of strays? >>what of strays who've turned their backs On the god of strays, yeah, what of them? Oh Black Madonna I was thinking about the days that I spent with you 'cause now I doze and daze and drown And cling to the wreckage of a sinking town And I walk your dire streets in search of anything that's still pure 'cause I once thought you watched over me But now I'm not so sure From Letras Mania