Act of the Apostle - God Help the Girl

The line of her headband Into the night of her ears The fountain of hair between those lips Drink it before it's not pure anymore Drink it before it's not pure anymore Gypsy won't have anything with her She said the line in her hand is too new And he'll come from across the water Well his victory comes slow but true Victory comes slow Victory comes slow but true Victory comes slow I Life in Grenada Death in Seville Dying down in sweet Barcelona The moon's coming in for the kill Sunrise attacking a finger She writes a word in the sand So green So fast So good Poetry came true this time Poetry came true Poetry came true this time Poetry came true We're blind Death in Seville

Last night I got your letter It weighed as much as a feather Your words fly off the screen Saying shit that you don't mean Tommy two cocks Not far from the shore Will it be all right If I sleep on the floor? Baby, you're in luck Never fever enough Baby, you're in luck Never fever enough Baby, you're in luck Sit him out on the bast Young heart in its nest, sad song French queen on display Hoping she won't go away (Nah nah no) Now she's coming t'ward And I feel like a sword at my side Baby, you're in luck Never fever enough Baby, you're in luck Never fever enough It could be the drugs Never fever enough Baby, you're in luck Never fever enough

The hate I have for you I swore I never would unleash But here you are in pieces Lying at my sweaty feet I masturbate with guilt While looking at your distant eyes I've had your torso seven times Yet still my dick does rise Lobing up your lifeless cunt With blood from where your legs were I slide in with ease My soul you please Finger your rectum You're just as good in death as life I don't know why I waited Your head is gone You cannot speak Can't think of what I hated You fucking whore! Fuck you! [Leads: E.C] [D.C] [E.C] [D.C] [E.C] Now I tire of stretching out Your dead and bleeding twat Variety is what I crave So with my knife I cut Your ass and cunt are now as one I join them with a slice The blood and defecation On my hard-on feels so nice

She walks by, the men folk stand in rows (She can't help it, the girl can't help it) She winks her eye, the bread slice turn to toast (She can't help it, the girl can't help it) She's got a lot of what they call the most (She can't help it, the girl can't help it) The girl can't help it she was born to please (She can't help it, the girl can't help it) And if I go to her on my bended knees (She can't help it, the girl can't help it) 'Cause I'm hopin' obviously That someday her answer will be The girl can't help it 'cause she's in love with me (She can't help it, the girl can't help it) She'll mess around with every mother's son (She can't help it, the girl can't help it) If I give her good loving she says "baby well done" (She can't help it, the girl can't help it) She'd make my grandpa feel like twenty-one (She can't help it, the girl can't help it) The girl can't help it she was born to please (She can't help it, the girl can't help it) And if I go to her on my bended knees (She can't help it, the girl can't help it) 'Cause I'm hopin' obviously That someday her answer will be The girl can't help it 'cause she's in love with me (She can't help it, the girl can't help it) awh! (She can't help it, the girl can't help it) (She can't help it, the girl can't help it) (She can't help it, the girl can't help it) (She can't help it, the girl can't help it) (She can't help it, the girl can't help it) (She can't help it, the girl can't help it) She walks by, the men folk stand and gawp She's got a lot of what they call the most She can wink her eye and the bread slice turn to toast (She can't help it, the girl can't help it) The girl can't help it she was born to please (She can't help it, the girl can't help it) And if I go to her on my bended knees (She can't help it, the girl can't help it) 'Cause I'm hopin' obviously That someday her answer will be The girl can't help it 'cause she's in love with me (She can't help it, the girl can't help it)

Pretty when the wind blows I'll love my tree in autumn Like I love my tree in summer Like I love my tree in winter They put me in a room And I thought of you in autumn And I'm sad I wont See you again Pretty when you sing me A new song in autumn Or a new song in winter Or a new song in summer Pretty when you put down Your bow? and come over With the smell of your breath That I love With the look in your eye that I love.

Grow up, you're nearly 25 What happened when you were a child? Do you require an analyst Or will a friendly smile suffice? Find your space, are you breathing well? Do you feel okay? Are you calm? Are you comfortable? Is your heartbeat racing? Is this your soul you're facing? Lay down my couch is over there I think you'll find it's way more comfortable Take off your glasses, don't be scared For thirty pounds, I'll listen to your Stories dear, shut the window there We should keep the session intimate don't you agree? I have experience in matters similar I can't juggle, I can't knit a pinafore But I'll listen to your tale and give you some advice I was an ace when I was young I learnt to dance, I didn't have to learn I was a case when I grew up A case of hope, crashing to the ground I learnt, I hit the skids and I Woke up me myself and I was a different person If I take you on will you be pliable? As a confidante, I'm quite reliable Dreamer though you are It is you that's been my signpost so far