that's why I'm sittin' here lookin' cross the table at you That's why I'm sittin' here lookin' cross the table at you Well a lonely man needs a Marriage
border land or power No semblance of the world outside remained To stain the beauty of this nuptial hour The secret marriage vow is never spoken The secret marriage
oughta When I take her out I'll have her home by ten I'll treat her better than the rest of the men I'd love to have your daughter's hand in marriage
own But you insisted on taking a chaperone I apologized for being so bold and rude So I invited your parents for lemonade and food We're saving ourselves Saving ourselves for marriage
The darling night called out my name one million times, "there is nothing to fear, my young, no rest in the divine." when our urges rest in the hands
When the time comes for marriages to end when all the black gowns are called and sent to darken doors and pay them penance for wishing death before
My distraction grows in leaps and bounds in every year gone by. my addresses now so lovely penned the blind would shed a tear maybe I don't need
Please pay us mind with some smoke across the sky and a flower left to honour life maybe happiness is wealthy if you spell it right a bird kissed
The black-streak, bag-eyed husbands move waiting to be widowed by the passing of familiar skies and all we've come to know our shadows have my sympathy
If priests are princes' hallowed shadowed souls if devils are angels cast to know I live forever with a sharp regret it might be a surprise to know
I'll not often think of often times in sadness I'll not let a lovely life become a lonely mess I'll not rest a moment 'neath some broken vale for
If it's mine to give it's gone lost or left somewhere along the way and forgive my honesty but you can have all I'll never be one day machines will
Make it so the handsome way of what never was turns to overcast what has become so away with that which makes a moment so discreet we hesitate, ashamed
There's a shadow clinging lyrically by and by to the devil on the roadside there's an angel envious to mystery like young leaves there's a void
Maybe in a lifetime the ones like me will resurrect my monument immortal but tarnished I suspect that holds my generation's failures put song. the
In my wonder I can weigh the loss that we all suffered felt in headaches from the knowing heroes lives uncovered to be seen as they had always been
they had to feed themselves like normal humans But every six months they had a gourmet foetus dinner Unstoppable yearning Carnivorous lust Infanticidal instincts Foetivorous marriage
married with lonely truth Grey ending skies weighing like eyes of organs And all this cries of human nature Breaking divine harmony Refrane: My bloody marriage
