Gears Clogged with Blood and Honey - Sore Dream

Midnight in the city and everyone's asleep See the shadow walking in the dark. Here she comes She's all in black Long hair flowing down her back Gotta get her out of my mind. Honey I wanna kiss you Honey Give me your head. Honey I wanna kiss you, baby Let me waste away upon your tender lips. Oh yeah! She loves blood and honey She's got the devil in her eyes. (She's got the devil in her eyes.) She loves blood and honey. They say nobody survives a deadly kiss. Oh yeah! She loves blood and honey She's got the devil in her eyes. (She's got the devil in her eyes.) She loves blood and honey. Devil is her love and it's the kiss of death to love he Now she's lonely walking down your street. She's looking for a bite to eat. When she loves she really leaves her mark Pain in her eyes and death in her smile: It's a one-way-trip to hell! Give in to desire and she'll put your soul on fire. Velvety eyes and pearly skin. When she'll knock at your door Your night will begin Oh I wanna kiss you, baby I wanna kiss you, honey I wanna kiss you, baby. Got to kill the lady who loves blood and honey. Oh yeah She loves blood and honey She loves blood and honey . . . Honey I wanna kiss you, honey Give me your head Oh She loves blood and honey . . .

Like a handgun I'm silver-tongued and largely-aimless Grande flavour Maybe save a half for later? The masked crusader lay it filthy as a carburettor Start to blaze, I'll play guitar up in your party later No "Wonderwall", it's been done before I cut the raw sessions, illustrate the mic is how I draw my weapon I caught a fresh one, help me get this in the bucket It's a long hike, travel light and pack for the weather But never you ever forget to bring the ruckus I've never been that type of guy to try to fight on stage I'd rather stay inside my cave, starry gazing Half-baked scheming since late teens Eight seasons in the same jeans Master day-dreamer, half a jar of baked beans for dinner Pipe down, like you're trying to kick the habit I was a boy without possessions, except the unlikely gift of magic I spark and flick the matches at the pious in their ivory towers Man's red flower for the cowards out to try these powers (My mind's gears freeze, they keep seizing) Breakfast, consume the breaks, and I ruminate (The wheels of cognition cease and need greasing, releasing) The mighty pen makes lemons of your swords So if life is a war, then my weapon is my thought (My mind's gears freeze, they keep seizing) Breakfast, consume the breaks, and I ruminate (The wheels of cognition cease and need greasing, releasing) The mighty pen makes lemons of your swords So if life is a war, then my weapon is my thought If I don't sell singles, then I ain't a single-cell-er A complex organism, right? All the organs organised inside Water-tight, like "officer, it was never I! The night in question, I was checking corpses for the breath of life" Set-aside the fact I never stepped inside the murder scene Preferring burning effigies to death in third-degree And certainly, I turn the trees from green to burgundy Unburdened of the web of fear and dread that near-encircles me Slurped the tea, and in the leaves, I saw a vision form A string of corporate whores, ignoring paupers Gnawing smorgasbords and talking more of war As permafrost is turned to slosh Racists walk with flaming torches, court the blaze, and burn the cross I swallow rage as impotent as instruments in drum and bass Await the hand of fate to raise and clock me in my stubborn face Drunk and blazed and somewhat-dazed Mumbling, slow tongue fumbling to make the phrase (My mind's gears freeze, they keep seizing) Breakfast, consume the breaks, and I ruminate (The wheels of cognition cease and need greasing, releasing) The mighty pen makes lemons of your swords So if life is a war, then my weapon is my thought (My mind's gears freeze, they keep seizing) Breakfast, consume the breaks, and I ruminate (The wheels of cognition cease and need greasing, releasing) The mighty pen makes lemons of your swords So if life is a war, then my weapon is my thought This damned machine, it keeps squeaking The gears of cognition, they cease and need greasing Speak of me? Please, at least get your rumours straight Starving artist, consume the breaks and I ruminate A spoon to scrape remains of cats from the lion's den Enclosure closed for cleaning, lest the scheming heads will try again The mighty pen makes lemons of your swords So if life is a war, then my weapon is my thought

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Goin' to the chapel and we're Gonna get married Goin' to the chapel and we're Gonna get married Gee, I really love you and we're Gonna get married Goin' to the chapel of lov Spring is here The sky is blue (Whoa-whoa-whoa) Birds all sing As if they knew Today's the day We'll say I do And we'll never be lonely anymore Because we're Goin' to the chapel and we're Gonna get married Goin' to the chapel and we're Gonna get married Gee, I really love you and we're Gonna get married Goin' to the chapel of love Bells will ring The sun will shine (Whoa-whoa-whoa) I'll be his and He'll be mine We'll love until The end of time And we'll never be lonely anymore Because we're Goin' to the chapel and we're Gonna get married Goin' to the chapel and we're Gonna get married Gee, I really love you and we're Gonna get married Goin' to the chapel of love