The Legendary Pink Dots - A Strychnine Kiss lyrics
[The Legendary Pink Dots - A Strychnine Kiss lyrics]
Cut glass cathedrals slash holes in the air
So it always is raining when
We kneel down in prayer
And Christ leans and laughs christ!
He's shaking his head
Cos the wine's Portugese and
The bread's only bread
No trance, no substance
No conscience for sure
As the Pope licks a jack- boot
And lays down the law
And his flock form a cross
-all fall down with disease
And the only survivors are
Him and his priests
In them thar seven hills there's
A big crock of gold
But it's all stashed in sacks
And belongs to a Pole and name any language
He's got something to sell
But if you add it up, it's a ticket to hell
So it always is raining when
We kneel down in prayer
And Christ leans and laughs christ!
He's shaking his head
Cos the wine's Portugese and
The bread's only bread
No trance, no substance
No conscience for sure
As the Pope licks a jack- boot
And lays down the law
And his flock form a cross
-all fall down with disease
And the only survivors are
Him and his priests
In them thar seven hills there's
A big crock of gold
But it's all stashed in sacks
And belongs to a Pole and name any language
He's got something to sell
But if you add it up, it's a ticket to hell