Fucked Up - Vivian Girls lyrics
[Fucked Up - Vivian Girls lyrics]
Little children alight tied to burning trees
"We will slam them with our wings
" they sing vivian girls dancing
On the mind of a pedophile
Tragedy and victory he
Struggles trying to break free before a cut
A smile from ear to ear the city cast in
Marble stones, "Exterminate the brutes
" he moans
Dictators throwing flowers to the air
A trumpet roars as blood is
Poured onto the streets
From soldiers swords the idols
March through ruins
Jubilee so they'll spend
Their time hiding dirty thoughts in
The back of their minds
Where the good goes to die until it's
All too much and it has to burst out
A flood of emotion carries away self doubt
Let the Opus Dei reign backs barred to the
Whip they make the finest dolls don't
Hesitate to break the skin and
Draw it to the lips ginger
In the rear she screams, "It
Hurts to see the sky, " I fear without
The pain there wouldn't be a God
What is there to do? When the good seems so
Wrong, what is there to do? When
The pain feels so good, what
Is there to do? When everything
Worth believing is so mysterious
What is there to do? When
The only things worth holding
Onto in this world are diseased
With sin and guilt
"We will slam them with our wings
" they sing vivian girls dancing
On the mind of a pedophile
Tragedy and victory he
Struggles trying to break free before a cut
A smile from ear to ear the city cast in
Marble stones, "Exterminate the brutes
" he moans
Dictators throwing flowers to the air
A trumpet roars as blood is
Poured onto the streets
From soldiers swords the idols
March through ruins
Jubilee so they'll spend
Their time hiding dirty thoughts in
The back of their minds
Where the good goes to die until it's
All too much and it has to burst out
A flood of emotion carries away self doubt
Let the Opus Dei reign backs barred to the
Whip they make the finest dolls don't
Hesitate to break the skin and
Draw it to the lips ginger
In the rear she screams, "It
Hurts to see the sky, " I fear without
The pain there wouldn't be a God
What is there to do? When the good seems so
Wrong, what is there to do? When
The pain feels so good, what
Is there to do? When everything
Worth believing is so mysterious
What is there to do? When
The only things worth holding
Onto in this world are diseased
With sin and guilt