load up the wagon with the dead
(right on, so long)
you told me the dragon wouldn’t be fed
(right on, so long)
now lolita dines on my head
(right on, so long)
and i know she’s gonna be mine and we’ll be wed
(right on, so long)
we’re gonna dance with the devil all the night
(right on, so long)
romance, then it’s the needle and then the fight
(right on, so long)
maybe it’s the cut, maybe it’s the mark that it makes
maybe it’s the cut or maybe it’s the mark that it makes
imagine it for a bit; a brave dog is dead
apocalypse is on your lips so soft and wet
emancipate barbiturates, a slow soft wait
but what’s that sound it is all around...
it pounds so loud, it’s getting louder louder louder louder...
maybe it’s the cut, maybe it’s the mark it makes
maybe it’s the cut or maybe it’s the mark that it makes
it’s the price we pay for love these days
forbidden fruit that the devil’s gonna let you...