The slave rubs her wrists,
Free from the bondage,
The clock didn't spin once,
Before she craved a new one

Night prowlers robbing the cradles,
Burn the baby's charcoal hair,
Rub his face until he bleeds,
It's only a temporary measure

How does this story begin?
How do you think this all starts?
The winos are lined up on Public Square,
Sell your soul and get in line

The smiling hypocrite sips her margarita,
Grandma's asleep, she's all alone,
Red ribbon tied around her lily white wrist,
She promised she wouldn't lose control

The jackal grins, it's been a week,
The queen can't hold out much longer,
The walls are all melting,
He sells his soul for debauchery

How does this story begin?
How do you think this all starts?
The winos are lined up on Public Square,
Sell your soul and get in line

Passed out and unclean,
He lies on the ground,
Arouse him quickly,
The church bells are ringing

She smiles so gently,
But cries in the nights,
The angel has fallen,
She's dropped her halo

How does this story begin?
How do you think this all starts?
The winos are lined up on Public Square,
Sell your soul and get in line

The virgins are standing,
The depraved are seated,
The pure are sitting,
The obscene have risen,
The virgins are standing,
The depraved are seated,
The pure are sitting,
The obscene have risen

And the critics are yelling,
The critics are screaming,
The lights are all back on,
The popcorn has been spilled,
There's blood on the pavement,
The seats are all flipped up,
Dissatisfying ending,
Her story is true,
The movie is over,
And the movie is over,
The movie is over,
The movie is over my dear


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Soda Pop and Spirits song meanings
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