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#20,022 today
Peak #94
#1,113 in subgenre
Peak #10
Author
The Viennagram
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The Viennagram
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November 21, 2005
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Lyrics
[CHINESE FINGER TRAMPS:]
lone starry eyes, make the mirrors bloom
oh, sulfur wine; you spin a bashful loom
but when you take off your hyena top and bra
I scream “surprise, lazy eyes”
that’s when I know, I truly know, that love is dead
oh, envy eyes, I’ve seen you turn the tide
I’ve seen the dawn over champalia ties
where we were…
oh, simple days, before you go
I’d better give it one last try
but alas, how the time has passed
since we’ve known love is dead…
this ain’t no murder mystery
that’s right we’ve done it; you and me
so let’s toast a glass to the past
and to the love is dead
coming from the south to piccipssi, We were finished
Time to pack up these scales and bid bravo for another try
Since we were lost so long under a setting sun
we’ve heard the rumors that fly About the chinese finger tramps
You roll a couple dice for the chinese finger tramps
hailing from the jails to the stars and the laws
she spoke a thorn crown deceiver but the guests didn’t either
they swore in oaths of blood
so now the mirrors that’ve shown a muse once so in love is now a chinese finger tramp
a burlesque germ called a chinese finger tramp
They say a widowmaking heart is a blacker than an ocean
and a chloroform kiss is killing the roses
I’ve known the fingers by name
I’ve known that love was a slave
“so pack your bags and step inside” replied the chinese finger tramps
And all the debutantes are crying out for love
The vanity of life is at our fingertips, we must confess
the envy in our heart has become our only mistress
They say that beauty’s awake and every moves a mistake
so shed your supple skin and join the chinese finger tramps…
chinese pink, blood or ink?
can’t you see the white flags flaring up the night sky
she bore, the violent four
finding that your calling is another body
chinese traps for the finger tramps
nooses are a black tie underneath the night sky
stand by (me) stand by (me)
widowmaker’s harem sing it so sincerely
hungry again, maiden head?
widowmaker wore our mothers skin
old lust for the velvet touch
channels in a drool of blush and sin,
oh our adore shall fall for the violent four
widowmaker wore our mothers skin
the sun has sold us out again
