Текст песни Legendary Pink Dots - A Strychnine Kiss
Legendary Pink Dots - A Strychnine Kiss слова песни
Cut glass cathedralsslash holes in the airso it always is rainingwhen we kneel down in prayer.And Christ leans and laughs. . .Christ! He`s shaking his headcos the wine`s Portugeseand the bread`s only bread . . .No trance, no substance, no conscience for sureas the Pope licks a jackboot and lays down the law.And his flock form a cross--all fall down with disease.And the only survivorsare him and his priests.In them thar seven hillsthere`s a big crock of gold,but it`s all stashed in sacksand 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.