The Legendary Pink Dots A Strychnine Kiss Lyrics:
Cut glass cathedrals slash holes in the air so it
always is raining when we kneel down in prayer.
And Christ leans and laughs . . . Christ! He's
shaking his head cos the wine's Portugese and the
bread's only bread . . . No trance, no substance,
[ Find more Lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.org/OjpQ ]
no conscience for sure as the Pope licks a jack-
boot and lays down the law. And his flock form a
cross--all fall down with disease. And the only
survivors are him and his priests. In them thar
seven hills there's a big crock of gold, but it's
all stashed in sacks and 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.
Lyrics: A Strychnine Kiss, The Legendary Pink Dots [end]