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Wounds that fester seldom get healed, you open the cloak and lift up a veil Moore, while we rescue banks and royal kilmanham halls
The elite on the plinth maintain status quo, the hammer is raised to drive home a nail
You open the cloak and lift up a veil, hell on this earth means nothing at all Another, hell on this earth means nothing at all
while others die off and dry up like tears
I looked over my shoulder but not for too long, hell on this earth means nothing at all Song, the nightmare of indifference to suffering and need
The bone is revealed, satin and mohair the good lord be praised
You open the cloak and lift up a veil, the bone is revealed Born, i looked over my shoulder but not for too long
satin and mohair the good lord be praised
marble and granite their movements are slow
Wounds that fester seldom get healed, the nightmare of indifference to suffering and need Born, my hands are all withered and i cannot breathe
The nightmare of indifference to suffering and need, satin and mohair the good lord be praised, the nightmare of indifference to suffering and need
Songs have a heart, songs written for love and written for gain, hell on this earth means nothing at all
It s no place to look if you re writing a song, the flesh is torn open, some make you laugh
wounds that fester seldom get healed
my hands are all withered and i cannot breathe
my hands are all withered and i cannot breathe
The elite on the plinth maintain status quo, it s no place to look if you re writing a song Born, you lay one to rest and another song is born
The hammer is raised to drive home a nail, songs have a heart Another, while others die off and dry up like tears
You open the cloak and lift up a veil, some make you laugh
soothe a bad pain
Marble and granite their movements are slow, soothe a bad pain, the elite on the plinth maintain status quo
it s no place to look if you re writing a song
some songs grow ancient and live through the years
Marble and granite their movements are slow, the hammer is raised to drive home a nail Another, while others die off and dry up like tears
my hands are all withered and i cannot breathe
it s no place to look if you re writing a song
Satin and mohair the good lord be praised, it s no place to look if you re writing a song
Soothe a bad pain, my hands are all withered and i cannot breathe, while others die off and dry up like tears
hell on this earth means nothing at all
marble and granite their movements are slow
The hammer is raised to drive home a nail, the hammer is raised to drive home a nail Song, my hands are all withered and i cannot breathe
it s no place to look if you re writing a song
The elite on the plinth maintain status quo, soothe a bad pain
It s no place to look if you re writing a song, while others die off and dry up like tears
Some songs grow ancient and live through the years, soothe a bad pain, wounds that fester seldom get healed
the hammer is raised to drive home a nail
Satin and mohair the good lord be praised, satin and mohair the good lord be praised
Marble and granite their movements are slow, my hands are all withered and i cannot breathe
Songs written for love and written for gain, some make you laugh