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I walk into this party half out of steam, half in a dream.
"Have fun," she'd said, "you might as well be dead".
For all I know, no one was gonna see
the hole from the heaven she stole out of me.
The talk we just had about her handsome new prince
left a taste in my mouth that requires a rinse. So I sneak down a pint of my Victory Gin.
I take some cues from the news and I spit out a spin.
While my soapbox is latherin' from the words I say,
well the folks start a-gatherin' around and they stay
while I preach of maggots and their mad masquerade, and make everyone fret about the mess that
they've made. And once every crime has been exhumed and
displayed, I notice they all look ill and just as dismayed,
as me. We've all lost hope in hope itself.
Meanwhile: Beauty's gone to bathe in the pond. She's wading shoulder-deep in the mist,
flirting with a frog on a frond. He's waited all his life just for this
waited for the wave of a wand, waited for the cure of a kiss
yes, oh yes, oh yes. The cure of a kiss
yes, oh yes, oh yes.
St. N come to the party with a vision to recount, rushing off the mount.
Storms in, fresh off it, he got the fervor of a prophet.
Tears flow off his cheek. He got turds for the wicked and words for
the weak. He says, "The meek shall inherit some bald,
sick prize". But the clock pickpockets the cause from his
eyes, and he voids his venom about six minutes in
'til he finds us a demon, and calls the loss Sin,
which brings back the fire to his cheeks and his chin.
We brand him Messiah, tossin' tips in his tin
'til two hours later we're converted, convinced. We've survived this cycle some sixty-six times
since. And each time we hanker for that first wave
of bliss, that rush, that sui generis, that primal pure
kiss... but in the end, we all lost hope in hope itself.
Meanwhile: Beauty's gone to bathe in the pond. She's wading shoulder-deep in the mist,
flirting with a frog on a frond. He's waited all his life just for this
waited for the wave of a wand, waited for the cure of a kiss
yes, oh yes, oh yes. Cure of a kiss
yes, oh yes, oh yes. The cure of a kiss
yeah, oh yes, oh yeah.