Virgin With A Memory Letra

Was it the movie or the making of Fitzcarraldo where your mother decided to
fashion herself after the sad deity we left on the shelf.
She wanted blood, all she got was sacrifice.
She wanted blood, all she got was sacrifice.
She wanted blood, all she got was sacrifice.
Virgin without a memory, now is your chance to be free of all those favorite
bands you ditched for one that's grander: No Use For A Name to the Make-up
- it's all the same.
The singer not the song, no!
The singer not the song, no!
The singer not the song, no!
Formative years - wasted. In love with our peers - we tasted life with the
stars. Anticlimactic as Mars was, still...
A red earth with no way of knowing this silver colossus exists just to be
growing.
A red earth with no way of knowing this silver colossus exists just to be
growing...
Was it the movie or the making of Fitzcarraldo where someone learned to
love again?
Where someone learned to love again...
Where someone learned to love again...