you'll find the cross only fits
when your hands and feet are nailed to it
"can we get a picture with the pauper,
and another with the prince."
ma'am, he's got your daughter wrapped in his fist
to the boys and girls hes alabaster
but to his brothers just anather bastard
with a story about a girl enough to make you sick
and how she made him king of her gracious hips
she found a way to crown his finger tips
lets show tham were the bad ones go
another case of sheep bearing a broken nose
lets show tham were the bad ones go
color you criminal, paint black lines on your bones
wake all the children from there sleep
he's robbing pillow cased dreams and selling cheap
what lives below? he wouldn't know
let's show them where the bad ones go...
you curse the tail between your legs
blue faced and black jawed
you innocent eyes rubbed
from your bedroom in the night
a lesson from the learned
if your skin doesnt fit
dont sell your soul just yet
if the herd is the temptation
that the faithless cant evade
we ate the forbiden grapes
and retreated to the vineyard
to the void in wich we dwell
wityh a turtured youth
and heartaches we'll sell
ill be the blood and body
if you ring the bell
youll go down in history
with notebooks pens and melodies
but your running from all of us
your running from all your love
you'll find the cross only fits when your hands and feet are nailed to it "can we get a picture with the pauper, and another with the prince." ma'am, he's got your daughter wrapped in his fist
to the boys and girls hes alabaster but to his brothers just anather bastard with a story about a girl enough to make you sick and how she made him king of her gracious hips she found a way to crown his finger tips
lets show tham were the bad ones go another case of sheep bearing a broken nose lets show tham were the bad ones go color you criminal, paint black lines on your bones
wake all the children from there sleep he's robbing pillow cased dreams and selling cheap what lives below? he wouldn't know let's show them where the bad ones go...
you curse the tail between your legs blue faced and black jawed you innocent eyes rubbed from your bedroom in the night a lesson from the learned if your skin doesnt fit dont sell your soul just yet
if the herd is the temptation that the faithless cant evade we ate the forbiden grapes and retreated to the vineyard to the void in wich we dwell wityh a turtured youth and heartaches we'll sell ill be the blood and body if you ring the bell
youll go down in history with notebooks pens and melodies but your running from all of us your running from all your love