Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

There is no still point in all the Universe, and that is the rock upon which I stand

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Welcome, Children of Gomorrah

he shudders down by the river
washes his hands and cries
nothing but blood and sorrow
nothing but death and lies
clouds don't wash away nothin'
the air is still full of grime
grease is slick on the virgin
love is just another crime

welcome, children of gomorrah
welcome, come inside
listen, lay your little heads down
daddy's in his boots tonight

the fishermen found her body
it was floating on the tide
her eyes were gray as the ocean
just another place to hide
they carried her to the garden
and laid her in the ground
the prophet is missing three fingers
don't you dare make a sound

welcome, children of gomorrah
welcome, come inside
listen, lay your little heads down
daddy's in his boots tonight

the men drank all the whiskey
and drove down to the shore
late at night is the mystery
the moon's just another whore
the father swore to vengeance
the mother slept at the grave
the preacher pointed to heaven
there was no one left to save

welcome, children of gomorrah
welcome, come inside
listen, lay your little heads down
daddy's in his boots tonight

have you ever seen the ocean
in the still at the edge of dawn
the mists rising like spirits
they dance and then they're gone
someone stole the daughter
someone stole her life
someone dances with the devil
someone got a bigger knife

welcome, children of gomorrah
welcome, come inside
listen, lay your little heads down
daddy's in his boots tonight

he shudders down by the river
washes his hands and cries
nothing but blood and sorrow
nothing but death and lies
clouds don't wash away nothin'
the air is still full of grime
grease is slick on the virgin
love is just another crime

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