Lyrics
The savoury-toothed tiger loves to say….
No more shall he Rome
There is beauty in broken things, but he had no right to break any
Well that’s you get when you keep pressing the Devil’s doorbell
Not that he’d ever seen one.
What happens under the robe stays under the robe
And we trawl his dead-sea scrolls looking for wisdom where there is none
Malignant visitor to any boy’s home, under threat of Hell
They fawn all over this Prince Of Pain
The foulest stench in the whitest crypt you’ve ever seen
