She’s got a spider on her neck And a bee in her bonnet All her friends have got them too There’s a serpent on her thigh It’s crawling up inside her She’s got a whole menagerie Empresses new tattoo Empresses new tattoo Now she’s one of you Even though it’s killing her She’s going down to the parlour There’s a space on her arm For the needle and the ink To desecrate her skin Chorus She’s got a skull on her arm now It has strange animation It whispers in her ear With dark intention It offers her bad advice It haunts her day and night She’s falling off the straight and narrow Into the dark Chorus His talking is torture Her minds in a mess There’s a lunatic asylum Inside her head Too late to scrape the ink off Skull is here to stay Then she sees the answer Clear as day She’s going down to the cellar Skull is screaming stop She’s picks up an axe Skulls for the chop Hold out your arm Baby It’s madness or life Hit hard and hit true Do it where they can find you
Posted on: Mon, 05 Aug 2013 21:13:07 +0000
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