Momus - Revenge! lyrics
[Momus - Revenge! lyrics]
I dream of Maria
With a face white like chalk
Alone in my bed I've got horns
On the crown of my head perish the thought
In my rack and my ruin
I want to give up the ghost
But there's a rage in the depths of me
It fills me up with lust to live
To see the day my son kills them both
Come to me Samuel
With the last of my strength
I command you as father to son: take revenge!
My boy I hardly know you
It makes no sense to fret
I would probably bore you and where I'm going
I'll forgive and forget
In my dying man's folly
Angry and shrivelled with shame
There's a rage in the depths of me
My legacy is medicine because one
Day you'll inherit my pain
When you've shaken off boyhood
You may understand love
Me and your mother once needed
Each other but now enough is enough
At the giddiest limit's
Only one passion remains
There's a rage in the depths of me
It makes me cruel
It makes me take the trip from pity to pain
Come to me Samuel with the last of my breath
I whisper my dying desire: carry death!
I'm going on a journey
Death's the traveller's friend
Me and Maria were sinners up here
So below I'll meet her again
In this inverse religion
Compassion wells up in my heart
There is a grace in the depths of me
I'll never lose my family
If I pass on the murderer's art
I gave her a troublefree life
I suffered so she could enjoy it
Now she's the president's wife
I make plans to destroy it
Let's work our passage to hell
A landscape of wide open spaces
That's where a salesman lives well
And his wife always knows what her place is
Let's work our passage to hell
A landscape of wide open spaces
That's where a salesman lives well
And his wife always knows what her place is
Let's work our passage to hell
A landscape of wide open spaces
That's where a salesman lives well
And his wife always recognises
Old familiar faces
With a face white like chalk
Alone in my bed I've got horns
On the crown of my head perish the thought
In my rack and my ruin
I want to give up the ghost
But there's a rage in the depths of me
It fills me up with lust to live
To see the day my son kills them both
Come to me Samuel
With the last of my strength
I command you as father to son: take revenge!
My boy I hardly know you
It makes no sense to fret
I would probably bore you and where I'm going
I'll forgive and forget
In my dying man's folly
Angry and shrivelled with shame
There's a rage in the depths of me
My legacy is medicine because one
Day you'll inherit my pain
When you've shaken off boyhood
You may understand love
Me and your mother once needed
Each other but now enough is enough
At the giddiest limit's
Only one passion remains
There's a rage in the depths of me
It makes me cruel
It makes me take the trip from pity to pain
Come to me Samuel with the last of my breath
I whisper my dying desire: carry death!
I'm going on a journey
Death's the traveller's friend
Me and Maria were sinners up here
So below I'll meet her again
In this inverse religion
Compassion wells up in my heart
There is a grace in the depths of me
I'll never lose my family
If I pass on the murderer's art
I gave her a troublefree life
I suffered so she could enjoy it
Now she's the president's wife
I make plans to destroy it
Let's work our passage to hell
A landscape of wide open spaces
That's where a salesman lives well
And his wife always knows what her place is
Let's work our passage to hell
A landscape of wide open spaces
That's where a salesman lives well
And his wife always knows what her place is
Let's work our passage to hell
A landscape of wide open spaces
That's where a salesman lives well
And his wife always recognises
Old familiar faces