Rope

from by Psychic Pussies

/

lyrics

ROPE

(Verse)
She won’t come back
She wrote it on a rope
While back to black
Was bleedin’ through her (door)

(Bridge)
It get’s better!!!
Sit back!!!
Stained weather
Oh well…

(Chorus)
Hemophiliac burial
Crippled thoughts
Get off me!!!
Transcend her scent

(Verse)
No second chance
The riddle’s on her shirt
My trembling hands
Evacuating

(Bridge)
It get’s better!!!
Sick dance!!!
Black feathers
What else…

(Chorus)
Dehydrating
Birds of prey
Gathering
Through my veins
Burning saints
Chronic plagues
It’s time to claim
Artaud’s cane
Shame.Shame.Shame.Shame
HEY!!!HEY!!!HEY!!!HEY!!!

credits

from Purrrrr, released August 18, 2012

tags

license

all rights reserved

about

Psychic Pussies UK

Once upon a time Zoo went on e-bay and won a bid on the item ‘Dimebag Darrel’s ashes. (1 ounce).’
He thought it was selfish keeping it all for himself, and so he called his best friends Marion and Leo.
They went on a long journey that took ‘em to the holy place of Stonehenge. Sitting in the inner stoner circle they smoked the stuff, and suddenly the clouds went cloudier and cloudier and..
(t.b.c.)
... more

contact / help

Contact Psychic Pussies