Johnny Truant

Only the beautiful drink from the bottle The samurais kiss their katana blades And the choir boys rinse The priests blackened fist because dead men cannot swim And our ties were sharp We aint hip Anymore Armies marched for days alone in beautiful glo

God wont mind a little tourture. We'll bring our weapons to the disco On a highway ride straight out of hell We'll leave the payphones ringing usless Shes hogteid and you can ride her Still he thought her heart wore crowns under a mass off wicker sou

I felt the sickness drain from my skin?..and it burns You'll wait for us there Under a blistered darkening sky We'll be there?.. Burn them?. As I lay in shrouds among the wasted dead A callus soul reveals the carriage blooded red Look up to the sky T

Angels with phallic smiles release toxins within the isles Born again from a deformed ritual Lock up your daughters, hurry now Do you still have your limbs? Then you can run and catch up with the rest.. They're feeding! What now? Your bloods infected

Casual Royalties of a man with damp rags and little invisible hands Yeah, a whiskey tipple for you, in your veins I'm dreaming of slashing you The fox is running, to bless the hag And daddy loves you And your guitar hand We'll be gone?.. Sailing Ship

Pianos chimed and they piece my skin?sick of tyrants Drink to remember smoke to forget Trigger finger walk wink and gun?Like you never knew We stained this canvas with sordid colour I need you to take my hand We cannot fall forever! I'm not leaving y

Sniffing glue from the whores tusk let the wax drip through the creases Oil, dripped from the devils back? Raw, cocaine filled up their hearts On Sunday nights they feast on blood before delicate poets release their lungs Everytime It kills me, the o