hardwood floor Breakin' eggs Satan's choir Satan's choir Livin' in my basement room Satan's choir Satan's choir Why are you in my basement room? You got horns
' keep them fuckin' speakers crackin' Rockin' it, about to roll the sticker on the tag can't make it ragged Vocals that'll blow horns 'til your ass in
[Music and lyrics by Vargher] Hear the choir of Demons sing Angels of god ripped wing to wing The Coven's gathered, incantations read The virgin cries
too soon, there is no sense in trying Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn Suicide remarks are torn From the fool's gold mouthpiece the hollow horn
grab your hat, hear the breakfast call Muskrat, bat a cat, kick him in the fireplace There's someone in the kitchen blowing "Dinah" on their horn There
Like a bird on the wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free. Like a worm on a hook, like a knight from some old fashioned
light Nascent aeon's confer Chaos is spat from the black eternal sea Serrated mountains of mad shadows carving towards misdeed Storm choirs gather a
Biblical choirs soar beyond veiled light A swansong for ravens trapped flapping in night A tragic yet magical fall from grace Too awful to taste for
Like a bird on the wire Like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free Like a worm on a hook Like a knight penned down in some old
wherever you go. I hear the music of the world a-turnin'; There are some folks laughin'; there are some folks cryin'. Kids playin' in the streets sound sweeter than a choir
Like a bird on a wire Like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free Like a worm on a hook Like a knight from some old fashioned
Tonight has chosen me and you And girl I vow to make everyone Of your fantasies come true I can hear, horns sounding, bells ringing A full orchestra and a choir
Like a bird, like a bird on a wire Like a drunk, in a midnight choir I have tried, in my way to be free Like a worm, like a worm on a hook Like a man,
choir? Dirty little religion, dirty little religion Dirty little religion, dirty little religion I like to think I've earned my reputation For trying to take the bull by the horns
started shaving got hacksed my hidden hair gone corners oh i'll never be a joiner life long local foreigner i raw lung homegrown faking co-ed naked choir
witness To my testament? Can I get an amen from the choir? I like to think I've earned my reputation For trying to take the bull by the horns I'
Like a bird on the wire, Like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free. Like a worm on a hook, Like a knight from some old fashioned