Devilment - Girl From Mystery Island Şarkı Sözleri
Piggy in the middle when the circus came to town
I was born with streaks of moonshine in my veins
Scratching hallelujahs on the up and outward bound
I found my fay wray dancing in the rain
She was murder, she was cause
Flowing from the jungle dams
Wrapped in a fog that obscured those shores
She was growing wetter in her hinterlands
She was the perfume of pain
Her love was acute
And monster-baiting again
She wrestled beauty with the snarl of a cat
Washed upon my beach
Like a matter of fact
A burning flame on the wicker man's lap
The place where she rose
Peculiarity's at
She was the essence of loss
Hung out on a limb
And giant aping the cross
Girl from mystery island
Seeking asylum, freed from the cage
Shes quite an acrobat, the left off bedroom latch
A reddened snatch from open debate
She was native, she was pure
Her sins original before
I liked her naked foreign cure
She made my conquered heart beat
Like the drumming of claws
She was the queen of delight
A wall to wall savage
With the keenest of minds
She was a delirious sight
A belligerent witch
Of voodoo and the night
A dirty creature to my doctor moreau
The sway of dark hips
Was a reason to know
Flashing invites with her animal eyes
They spoke of a realm
Where rites of passage decide
This force of nature
A vulcano meant to blow
Where the hell did you come from angel?
Where the fuck did you go?
The moon is cold and I am pleading
This world is strange and so misleading
Let me go my soul is needing
The song beyond the gates
I rise now and set
My mind on the coastal road
I rise now and let you lie
Good bye
My girl from mystery island
Leaving asylum
Freed to the skies
But why?
I want you back
I will scour seven seas for you
Turn out cemeteries for you
Pray I see you smiling on the face of strangers
There I see you hunting for the taste of danger
She was the perfume of pain
Her love was acute
And monster-baiting again
She wrestled beauty with the snarl of a cat
Washed upon my beach
Like a matter of fact
A burning flame on the wicker man's lap
The place where she rose
Peculiarity's at
She was the essence of loss
Hung out on a limb
And giant aping the cross