Mississauga Goddam

The Hidden Cameras Mississauga Goddam歌詞
1.That's When The Ceremony Starts

The spark in his eye was sign he was alive

I cleaned his feet to be complete

I drank from the wine that came from inside
The heart of his meat and the splurge of his sweet

That's when the ceremony starts

I hold the cup to my breast as he wets my neck

There's a book and a blade then to alternate

Think of the wind in his eyes and of suicide
With poppers blind, it's wedged inside

I beg and plead to be underneath
The man with bread who wakens me
He curls his breath and turns the dead
It winds inside to fertilize

That's when the ceremony starts

With a wreath and a sigh and a veil and a thigh

The comfort brief, impure, and sweet

To burn incense and break the bread
With honey spread, his warmth, his chest

He blushes and bleeds, he breathes then feeds
It was the spark in his eye that was sign he'd survived

That's when the ceremony starts

It was the spark in his eye that was sign he'd survived


2.I Believe In The Good Of Life

I believe in the good of life
I believe in the good of life
I believe in the good
I believe in the good
I believe in the good of life

I believe in the good of life as I kneel for a taste of man
I believe in the taste of wine as I do not step on a land mine

I believe in the good of life as I kneel for a taste of man
I believe in the taste of wine as I do not step on a land mine

I'll testify on the world of radio that I dream of the fate of
democracy,
as I flee on my bike from the crimes we made,
and that I did not do those drugs or steal those underpants.

I believe in the good of life as I plead for a taste of man
I'm thirsty for a taste of wine as I do not step on a land mine

I'll testify on the world of radio that I dream of the fate of
democracy,
as I flee on my bike from the crimes we made,
and that I did not do those drugs or steal those underpants.

I believe in the good of life as I kneel for a taste of man
I believe in the taste of wine as I do not step on a land mine

I'll testify on the world of radio that I dream of the fate of
democracy,
as I flee on my bike from the crimes we made,
and that I did not do those drugs or steal those underpants.

I believe in the good of life as I plead for a taste of man
I'm thirsty for a taste of wine as I do not step on a land mine

I believe in the good of life
I believe in the good of life
I believe in the good
I believe in the good
I believe in the good of life


3.The Fear Is On

The fear is on as I try to write
His father's gone, but I can't unwind
When the fear is on

He's the one as I read what he writes
He thrills, but he's gone, and I can't calm down
It's tears he wants as I try to hide
The only one

Tender touch is an empty life
The spirit is gone as I try to run
When the fear is on