"Look into my eyes," he tells her "I'm gonna say goodbye," he says, yeah (?) All the day(?) she thinks of is love, yeah They whip him through the streets (?) The gormless and the baying crowd right there I can't get enough of that doomsday song You can't get enough of it all Listen! Listen to the whores, he tells her He fashions paper sculptures of them He drags them to the river's bank in the car Their soggy paper bodies wash ashore in the dark And the priest (?)stiff in hate(?) (?) Of his(?) women dressed as men for the pleasure of that priest Here I am, not quite dying My body left to rot in a hollow tree It's branches forming shadows on the gallows (?)for me(?) And the next day, and the next, and another day Ignoring the pain of their particular diseases They chase him through the alleys, chase him down the steps They're crawling through the mud and they chant for his death And drag him to the feed of the purple-headed reek(?) First they give you everything that you want Then they take back everything that you have They live upon their feet and they die upon their knees They can work with Satan while they dress like the saints They know god exists for the devil to (?) And they scream my name aloud down into the world below Here I am, not quite dying My body left to rot in a hollow tree It's branches forming shadows on the gallows (?)for me(?) And the next day, and the next, and another day
"Look into my eyes," he tells her "I'm gonna say goodbye," he says, yeah (?) All the day(?) she thinks of is love, yeah They whip him through the streets (?) The gormless and the baying crowd right there I can't get enough of that doomsday song You can't get enough of it all Listen! Listen to the whores, he tells her He fashions paper sculptures of them He drags them to the river's bank in the car Their soggy paper bodies wash ashore in the dark And the priest (?)stiff in hate(?) (?) Of his(?) women dressed as men for the pleasure of that priest Here I am, not quite dying My body left to rot in a hollow tree It's branches forming shadows on the gallows (?)for me(?) And the next day, and the next, and another day Ignoring the pain of their particular diseases They chase him through the alleys, chase him down the steps They're crawling through the mud and they chant for his death And drag him to the feed of the purple-headed reek(?) First they give you everything that you want Then they take back everything that you have They live upon their feet and they die upon their knees They can work with Satan while they dress like the saints They know god exists for the devil to (?) And they scream my name aloud down into the world below Here I am, not quite dying My body left to rot in a hollow tree It's branches forming shadows on the gallows (?)for me(?) And the next day, and the next, and another day
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