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Puscifer
Puscifer


Background information
Origin California, United States
Genre(s) Trip Hop
Post-Industrial
Experimental
Comedy Rock
Ambient
Years active 1995—present
Associated acts Tool
A Perfect Circle
Carina Round
Website Website
Members
Maynard James Keenan



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Puscifer Album


V Is For Vagina (10/30/2007)
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Queen B.

This lady got the thickness.
Ñan I get a witness?
This lovely lady got the thickness.
Can I get a "hell yeah"?

Grab them saddlebags and
Toss 'em over me.
Let's ride on.

This lady got the thickness.
Can I get a witness?
This lovely lady got the thickness.
Can I get a "hell yeah"?

Booty betty thick-a-luscious
Shake it like she's fearless.
This lovely lady got the thickness
Can I get a "hell yeah"?

This lady got the thickness.
Can I get a witness?
This lovely lady got the thickness.
Can I get a "hell yeah"?

Grab them saddlebags and
Toss 'em over me and
This betty booty got the thickness.
Can I get a "hell yeah"?


Ìàòêà*

Î, ýòà ëåäè â òåëå.
Âû âñå ñâèäåòåëè.
Ýòà êðàñîòêà â òåëå.
Ýé, ñêàæèòå "Î, äà!"*

Ðàñêðîé ñâîþ êèñêó
È îá ìåíÿ òû òðèñü åé.
Îñåäëàé, è â ïóòü!*

Î, ýòà ëåäè â òåëå,
Âû âñå ñâèäåòåëè.
Ýòà êðàñîòêà â òåëå.
Ýé, ñêàæèòå "Î, äà!"

Ñîчíûå ñèñè-ïèñè â äåëå.
Çàäîì òðÿñåò ñìåëî.
Ýòà êðàñîòêà â òåëå.
Ýé, ñêàæèòå "Î, äà!"

Î, ýòà ëåäè â òåëå.
Âû âñå ñâèäåòåëè.
Ýòà êðàñîòêà â òåëå.
Ýé, ñêàæèòå "Î, äà!"

Ðàñêðîé ñâîþ êèñêó
È îá ìåíÿ òû òðèñü åé.
Âîò ýòî çàä è ñèñè!
Ýé, ñêàæèòå "Î, äà!"


* "queen bee" – "ïчåëîìàòêà". Â ïóñèôåð-ìàãàçèíå â ñîîòâåòñòâóþùåì ìàòðèàðõàëüíîì ñòèëå íàçâàíû ðàçäåëû: äëÿ æåíùèí – "queen bees", äëÿ ìóæчèí – "drones" ("òðóòíè"). Â ïåðåíîñíîì çíàчåíèè "queen bee" èñïîëüçóåòñÿ â ñìûñëå "ïåðâàÿ äàìà", íàèáîëåå ñèìïàòèчíàÿ, ïðèâëåêàòåëüíàÿ, õàðèçìàòèчíàÿ, èëè âëàñòíàÿ äåâóøêà.

* "Ñan I get a witness?" – èçíàчàëüíî ñóãóáî ðåëèãèîçíîå âûðàæåíèå, âçûâàâøåå ê ïàñòâå, åñòåñòâåííûì îáðàçîì ïåðåêîчåâàâøåå èç öåðêîâíûõ ñîáðàíèé è ãîñïåëîâ â ðàííþþ íåãðèòÿíñêóþ R&B ìóçûêó, à îòòóäà â ðýï-ìóçûêó (íàïðèìåð, ó Eminem'a â "Business": "Must be a circus in town, let's shot this shit down on the clowns, can I get a witness? Hell Yeah!"). Ñîîòâåòñòâåííî, â êîíòåêñòå "Queen B." ìîæåò âûãëÿäåòü êàê ïàðîäèÿ íà ðýï-ìóçûêó (êàê è âñÿ ïåñíÿ â öåëîì) èëè êàê îчåðåäíîå çàèãðûâàíèå ñ ðåëèãèîçíûì êîíòåêñòîì â äóõå Rev. 22:20

* Äîñëîâíî ýòî çâóчèò êàê "Õâàòàé ñâîè âüþêè (ïîêëàæà, êîòîðàÿ âåøàåòñÿ îêîëî ñåäëà), çàêèíü èõ íà ìåíÿ, ïîåõàëè" – "íàâüþчü ìåíÿ è â ïóòü". Îäíàêî, â òàáóèðîâàííîé ëåêñèêå "saddlebags" îçíàчàåò "ïîëîâûå ãóáû". Ñîîòâåòñòâåííî, è…
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(spoken)I carry gas, and smoke, I also wear a helmet to work

(spoken)
My job is the primary penatrator, the reason i use this gun is because it's a precise weapon


(sung)
I creep around the back door, sneak a little,
peek a little,thumb on the button little finger on the ringy(?)
rubberneck around watch me watch you, gonna tap-tippy-tap on the money button til you hummm...

front leaning rest, big hop about-face, she'll
show you the difference 'tween my gun 'n my pistol.

Tuggin on the dinner bell ring-ding-a-ling-dong
Make you smile for a while, would you sing along?

Dinner bell. ring-a-ling-ding come and get it, better eat it up quick, cuz the bitch is
gonna get it.

front leaning rest, big hop about-face, she'll show you the difference 'tween my gun 'n my pistol.

front leaning rest, big hop about-face, she'll show you the difference 'tween my gun 'n my pistol.

Show you the difference 'tween my gun 'n my pistol.

Show you the difference 'tween my gun 'n my pistol.

Show you the difference 'tween my gun 'n my pistol.

Show you the difference 'tween my gun 'n my pistol.

. . .


Out to run a train at the railway station,
Shotgun Betty stoppin' dead at my shoes.
Out to run a train at the railway station,
Shotgun Betty stoppin' dead at my shoes.
Cock on lockdown, she said learn the damn alphabet.
I come before you, get to payin' your dues.

down to the tunnel diggin' on this puscifer,
its on a roll call, kids hear the school bell ring.
This vagina mine teach ya patient diligence.
Keep the chain-gangs waiting, make a cat-bird sing.

Down this vagina mine...
Down this vagina mine...

Headed down to the tunnel diggin' on this puscifer,
time to roll call, kids hear the school bell ring.
This vagina mine teach ya patient diligence.
Keep the chain-gangs waiting, make a cat-bird sing.

This vagina mine, one track, tunnel vision now.
This vagina mine, one track, tunnel vision now.
This vagina mine, one track, tunnel vision now.
This vagina mine, one track, tunnel vision now.

Down this vagina mine...
This vagina mine, one track, tunnel vision now.
This vagina mine, one track, tunnel vision now.
Down this vagina mine...
This vagina mine, one track, tunnel vision now.
This vagina mine, one track, tunnel vision now.

. . .


Momma Sed

Wake up, son of mine
Momma got something to tell you
Changes come
Life will have its way
With your pride, son
Take it like a man

Hang on, son of mine
The storm is blowing up your horizon

Changes come
Keep your dignity
Take the high road
Take it like a man

Listen up, son of mine
Momma got something to tell you
All about growing pains
Life will pound away
where the light don't shine, son
Take it like a man

Suck it up, son of mine
Thunder blowing up your horizon

Changes come
Keep your dignity
Take the high road
Take it like a man

Momma said like the rain
(this too shall pass)
like a kidney stone
(this too shall pass)
It's just a broken heart, son
This pain will pass away


Ñêàçàëà ìàìà

Ïðîñíèñü, ñûíîê
Ìàìà êîå-чòî òåáå ñêàæåò
Ãðÿäóò ïåðåìåíû
Æèçíü ïîéäåò ñâîèì ïóòåì
Ñ äîñòîèíñòâîì, ñûí
Ïðèìè ýòî êàê ìóæчèíà

Äåðæèñü, ñûíîê
Íà ãîðèçîíòå áóðÿ

Ãðÿäóò ïåðåìåíû
Ñîõðàíÿé äîñòîèíñòâî
Èäè ïðÿìûì ïóòåì
Áóäü ìóæчèíîé

Ïîñëóøàé, ñûíîê
Ìàìà ðàññêàæåò òåáå
Êàê òðóäíî âçðîñëåòü
Æèçíü ïðîáüåòñÿ òóäà
Ãäå íå ñâåòèò ñâåò
Áóäü ìóæчèíîé, ñûíîê

Ñìèðèñü, ñûíîê,
Ìîëíèè íà ãîðèçîíòå

Ãðÿäóò ïåðåìåíû
Ñîõðàíÿé äîñòîèíñòâî
Èäè ïðÿìûì ïóòåì
Áóäü ìóæчèíîé

Ìàìà ñêàçàëà, êàê äîæäü
(ýòî âñå ïðîéäåò)
Êàê ãàëüêà
(ýòî âñå ïðîéäåò)
Ýòî ïðîñòî ðàçáèòîå ñåðäöå, ñûíîê
Íî ýòà áîëü óéäåò

. . .


pimpin' like i'm cappin'
born in fifty with a forty
whatcha 20 honey, papa's all alone
hit me hizzy
left me dizzy
I'm a pirate lost his booty
I'm a pimp without a dog without a bone

lay on my honey comb.
pooh bear be cryin'
some oreo-cracker song
worker bee
tryin to get his queen to come on home

so pardon all the cheesy wigger
pimp is feelin' crazy
daisy dukes
my kryptonite, Im fumblin'
my pimpin' hand gone limp an'
I'm a trippin' plain and simple
all the hobo wolves and dogs are closing in

lay on my honey comb.
pooh bear be cryin'
some oreo-cracker song
worker bee
tryin to get his queen to come on home

now I know I ain't no player
heavy hitter, roller, spitter
?those legit can go ahead and get em wrong
('cause most def)
now I ain't no cracka' quitta
Gonna do my best to get 'er back to daddy,
honey bring your sweet ass home

where all honey gone?
pooh bear be cryin'
some oreo-cracker song
worker bee
tryin to get his queen to come on home

where all honey gone?
pooh bear be cryin'
some oreo-cracker song
worker bee
tryin to get his queen to come on home

where all honey gone?
pooh bear be cryin'
some oreo-cracker song
worker bee
tryin to get his queen to come on home

. . .


Thank you for making me
Feel like I'm guilty
Making it easy to murder your sweet memory

You were way out of line,
Went and turned it all around on me again
How can I not smell your lie,
Through the smoke and arrogance.

But now I know
So you will not get away with it again
I'm distant in those hollow eyes
For I have reached my end.

So...

Thank you for making me
Feel like I'm guilty
Making it easy to murder your sweet memory

Before I go tell me
Were you ever who you claimed yourself to be?

Either way i must say goodbye.
You're dead to me.

So I...

Thank you for making me
Feel like I'm guilty
Making it easy to murder your sweet memory

I'm severing the heart then I'm leaving your corpse behind
Not dead but soon to be, though.
I won't be the one who killed you
I'll just leave that up to you

I'm not gonna be here to revive you
I'm not gonna be here to revive you
I'm not gonna be here to revive you
I'm gonna be the one to say...

I told you so (X8)
I told you

Severing the heart then I'm leaving you corpse behind
Not dead but soon to be and
I'm gonna be the one to say I told you so.

. . .


I don't know, but it's been said,
"You do or don't, and then you're dead."
So climb away, get a higher sight.
Never stray, just move ahead.

Never wander on the grass,
sniff the dope and act an ass,
just a soldier marching to
the golden rule of puff and pass.

So pardon me, I'll wrap up.
If I was speakin' out of class,
I'm just a grunt who's groovin', too.
The golden rule of puff and pass.

[Work my little one/love]

I don't know, but it's been said,
"You do or don't, and then you're dead."
So climb at will, or crawl around,
never stray just move ahead.

[Work son work]

I don't know but it's been said,
"We'll rest forever when we're dead."
I don't know but it's been said,
"We'll rest/War is forever when we're dead."

[Work my little one/love]

I don't know but it's been said,
"We'll rest forever when we're dead."
I don't know but it's been said,
"We'll rest forever when we're dead."

(in background)
[Work my little one/love
Work Son Work]
your left shoulder,
your right shoulder
your left shoulder,
your right shoulder

I don't know but it's been said,
"We'll rest forever when we're dead."
I don't know but it's been said,
"We'll rest forever when we're dead."

We'll rest forever when we're dead. (x2)

We'll rest forever when we're dead.

. . .


Indigo Children

E.M.P. from the mother and son
tore the digital down
dawn of the age of the innocent ones
the indigo children
the indigo children come
when the indigo children come

E.M.P. from the mother and son
tore the digital down
dawn of the age of the innocent ones
the indigo children

analog type piece sky wide
sync to the ticker inside
move to the rhythm of the moon and tide
the indigo children

Sirius, Venus and the lunar child
giggle and the flames grow higher
dance in a circle around a central fire
the indigo children
the indigo children come
when the indigo children come

E.M.P. from the mother and son
tore the digital down
dawn of the age of the innocent ones
the indigo children

analog type piece sky wide
sync to the ticker inside
move to the rhythm of the moon and tide
the indigo children
Sirius, Venus and the lunar child
giggle and the flames grow higher
dance in a circle around a central fire
the indigo children
the indigo children come
when the indigo children come

wine, song, food and fire
clothe, shelter and seed
no more need for the old empire
the indigo children

Sirius, Venus and the lunar child
giggle and the flames grow higher
dance in a circle around a central fire
the indigo children

wine, song, food and fire
clothe, shelter and seed
no more need for the old empire
the indigo children
the indigo children come
when the indigo children come

Sirius, Venus and the lunar child
giggle and the flames grow higher
dance in a circle around a central fire
the indigo children

wine, song, food and fire
clothe, shelter and seed
no more need for the old empire
the indigo children
the indigo children come
when the indigo children come


Äåòè Èíäèãî

Ý.Ì.È. îò ìàòåðè ê ñûíó
Ðàçðûâàåò öèôðîâûå ñåòè
Çàðÿ íîâîãî âåêà íåâèííûõ
Èíäèãî äåòè
Èíäèãî äåòè èäóò
Êîãäà Èíäèãî äåòè ïðèäóò

Ý.Ì.È. îò ìàòåðè ê ñûíó
Ðàçðûâàåò öèôðîâûå ñåòè
Çàðÿ íîâîãî âåêà íåâèííûõ
Èíäèãî äåòè

Øèðîêîå àíàëîãîâîå íåáî ñèíõðîíèçèðóþò
Ñ ìàÿòíèêîì, чòî âíóòðè
 ðèòìå ëóíû è ïðèëèâîâ èäóò
Äåòè íîâîé çàðè

Ñèðèóñ, Âåíåðà è ëóíû äèòÿ
Ñìåþòñÿ, è âçäûìàåòñÿ âûøå ïëàìÿ
Âîäÿò õîðîâîä âîêðóã öåíòðàëüíîãî îãíÿ
Èíäèãî äåòè
Èíäèãî äåòè èäóò
Êîãäà Èíäèãî äåòè ïðèäóò

Ý.Ì.È. îò ìàòåðè ê ñûíó
Ðàçðûâàåò öèôðîâûå ñåòè
Çàðÿ íîâîãî âåêà íåâèííûõ
Èíäèãî äåòè

Øèðîêîå àíàëîãîâîå íåáî ñèíõðîíèçèðóþò
Ñ ìàÿòíèêîì, чòî âíóòðè
 ðèòìå ëóíû è ïðèëèâîâ èäóò
Äåòè íîâîé çàðè
Ñèðèóñ, Âåíåðà è ëóíû äèòÿ
Ñìåþòñÿ, è âçäûìàåòñÿ âûøå ïëàìÿ
Âîäÿò õîðîâîä âîêðóã öåíòðàëüíîãî îãíÿ
Èíäèãî äåòè
Èíäèãî äåòè èäóò
Êîãäà Èíäèãî äåòè ïðèäóò

Ïåñíÿ, ïèùà, íåìíîãî âèíà,
Êðîâ, îäåæäà, îãîíü, ñåìåíà
Ñòàðàÿ èìïåðèÿ áîëüøå íå íóæíà
Èíäèãî äåòè

Ñèðèóñ, Âåíåðà è ëóíû äèòÿ
Ñìåþòñÿ, è âçäûìàåòñÿ âûøå ïëàìÿ
Âîäÿò õîðîâîä âîêðóã öåíòðàëüíîãî îãíÿ
Èíäèãî äåòè

Ïåñíÿ, ïèùà, íåìíîãî âèíà,
Êðîâ, îäåæäà, îãîíü, ñåìåíà
Ñòàðàÿ èìïåðèÿ áîëüøå íå íóæíà
Èíäèãî äåòè
Èíäèãî äåòè èäóò
Êîãäà Èíäèãî äåòè ïðèäóò

Ñèðèóñ, Âåíåðà è ëóíû äèòÿ
Ñìåþòñÿ, è âçäûìàåòñÿ âûøå ïëàìÿ
Âîäÿò õîðîâîä âîêðóã öåíòðàëüíîãî îãíÿ
Èíäèãî äåòè

Ïåñíÿ, ïèùà, íåìíîãî âèíà,
Êðîâ, îäåæäà, îãîíü, ñåìåíà
Ñòàðàÿ èìïåðèÿ áîëüøå íå íóæíà
Èíäèãî äåòè
Èíäèãî äåòè èäóò
Êîãäà Èíäèãî äåòè ïðèäóò

. . .


Sour Grapes

And the angel of the lord led me into the belly of the holy mother, a chamber black as pitch. But I felt no fear, only comfort, for I was as a child in the womb. And she begged me peer through yonder portal which looked upon the heavens, and behold! A morning angel! (Hallelujah) She ascended slowly from far beyond the horizon, her light like a heavenly finger pointing the way. And on yonder wall she traced for me a path which led me five directions, eight winters to East, and the whole as my feet landed firmly upon the final winter of the second score there appeared before me a heavenly star, a holy virgin, the bringer of life and breath. And she spoke unto me, saying 'fear not the movement of the heavens above or the earth below for change is what we are, my child. Righteous are those who look up and sway with the wind, who look down and dance with the shifting of the soil, who swim with the movements of the tides, who seek the truth around them and discover we are and have always been in paradise. The reflections of heaven on earth. Amen!'

(Hallelujah)

And she spoke again, saying 'know, my child, that there is no devil seeking to cause guilt in the hearts of men. No evil, save blind faith, ignorance, and the desire for the unprepared to blame others for the devastation left in the wake of change. Change, my child. Change is in the heavens. Change is on this earth. Change is all around us, and we are reflections of the divine must roll with these changes, for we are these changes. Eyes wide open, we must look upon the heavens as a mirror. Wide awake, aware, deeply breathing. And when the ship comes down, my child, you will be there, a true and holy survivor to inherit the kingdom of God. You will rise above the rumbles of the unprepared to greet the new day, to drink from the sweet fruit of the vine, the water of life, the blood of the risen Christ, my child.'

(Jehovah, Yahweh!)

(Hallelujah!)

'Go now, child, tell them all. The ignorant, the blinded by dogma, blinded by faith, the doubters, the nay-sayers. Tell them all, child, they can not see the kingdom of God, they can not see paradise unfold before them, they can not drink from the chalice which holds the blood of Christ, the water of a life, until they get right with Jesus. Until they get right with Jesus. It's always gonna be sour grapes with you, boy, until you get right with Jesus. Amen!'

(It's always gonna be sour grapes with you, boy, until you get right with Jesus.)


Íåñïåëûé âèíîãðàä

È ïðèâåë ìåíÿ Àíãåë Áîæèé âî чðåâî Áîæüåé Ìàòåðè, â ìåñòî чåðíîå, ñëîâíî äåãîòü. Íî ÿ íå чóâñòâîâàë ñòðàõà, òîëüêî ïîêîé, èáî áûë ÿ òàì ñëîâíî ìëàäåíåö â óòðîáå. È ïîïðîñèëà îíà ìåíÿ ñìîòðåòü ñêâîçü ýòè íåáåñíûå âðàòà, è óçðåòü! Óòðåííåãî àíãåëà! (Àëëèëóéÿ) Ìåäëåííî ïîäíèìàëàñü îíà èç äàëè çà ãîðèçîíòîì, à ñâåò åå, ñëîâíî ïåðñò Áîæèé, óêàçûâàë äîðîãó. È íà ñòåíå îíà îáîçíàчèëà ìíå ïóòü, чòî ïîâåë ìåíÿ â ïÿòè íàïðàâëåíèÿõ, âîñåìü çèì íà Âîñòîê, è êîãäà â ïîñëåäíþþ çèìó íîãà ìîÿ ñòóïèëà íà òâåðäóþ ïîчâó, ïîÿâèëàñü ïåðåäî ìíîé çâåçäà c íåáåñ, Ñâÿòàÿ Äåâà, äàðóþùàÿ æèçíü. È ñêàçàëà îíà ìíå: "Íå óáîèñü äâèæåíèÿ íåáåñ, чòî íàâåðõó, èëè çåìëè, чòî âíèçó, èáî ìû ñàìè åñòü ïåðåìåíû, äèòÿ ìîå. Ïðàâåäíû òå, êòî ïîäíèìàþò ãëàçà è êîëûøàòñÿ âìåñòå ñ âåòðîì, òå, êòî ñìîòðÿò âíèç è òàíöóþò âìåñòå ñ äâèæåíèÿìè ïîчâû, òå, êòî ïëûâóò ïî âîëíàì, òå, êòî èùóò èñòèíó âîêðóã ñåáÿ è óçíàþò, чòî ìû â ðàþ è чòî âñåãäà áûëè òàì. Îòðàæåíèå Íåáåñ íà Çåìëå! Àìèíü!"

(Àëëèëóéÿ)

È çàãîâîðèëà îíà ñíîâà, ñêàçàâ: "Çíàé, äèòÿ ìîå, чòî íåò äüÿâîëà, чòî ñòðåìèòñÿ âíóøèòü âèíó â ñåðäöà ëþäåé. Íåò çëà, íî åñòü ñëåïàÿ âåðà, íåâåæåñòâî è æàæäà ëþäåé íåïîäãîòîâëåííûõ âèíèòü äðóãèõ çà îïóñòîøåíèå, чòî âûçâàíî ïåðåìåíàìè. Ïåðåìåíû, äèòÿ ìîå. Ïåðåìåíû â íåáåñàõ. Ïåðåìåíû è íà ýòîé çåìëå. Ïåðåìåíû êðóãîì, è ìû åñòü îòðàæåíèÿ áîæåñòâåííîãî, чòî äîëæíû âðàùàòüñÿ âìåñòå ñ ýòèìè ïåðåìåíàìè, èáî ìû è åñòü ýòè ïåðåìåíû. Øèðîêî îòêðûòûå ãëàçà ìû äîëæíû ïîäíÿòü ê íåáåñàì, ñëîâíî ê çåðêàëó. Îчíóâøèåñÿ îòî ñíà, ïîçíàâøèå, ãëóáîêî äûøàùèå. È êîãäà ïðèчàëèò íåáåñíûé êîðàáëü, äèòÿ ìîÿ, âû áóäåòå òàì, ïðàâåäíûå è áëàãîñëîâåííûå âûæèâøèå, чòî óíàñëåäóþò Öàðñòâî Áîæüå. Âû âîçíåñåòåñü íàä ðîïîòîì íåïîäãîòîâëåííûõ è âñòðåòèòå íîâûé äåíü, îòîïüåòå ñëàäîñòíîãî íåêòàðà ïëîäîâ âèíîãðàäà, æèâîé âîäû, êðîâè âîñêðåñøåãî Õðèñòà, äèòÿ ìîå!"

(Èåãîâà, ßõâå!)

(Àëëèëóéÿ!)

"Òàê èäè æå òåïåðü, äèòÿ ìîå, ïîâåäàé âñåì èì. Íåâåæåñòâåííûì, îñëåïëåííûì äîãìàìè, âåðîé, ñîìíåâàþùèìñÿ è îòðèöàþùèì. Ñêàæè èì âñåì, äèòÿ, чòî íå óâèäåòü èì Öàðñòâà Áîæüåãî, íå óâèäåòü èì ðàÿ, ðàñïðîñòåðòîãî ïåðåä íèìè, íå èñïèòü èì èç чàøè ñ êðîâüþ Õðèñòîâîé, æèâîé âîäîé, ïîêà íå ïîéìóò îíè Èèñóñà. Íåçðåëûå ïëîäû ïðåáóäóò ñ òîáîé, äèòÿ, ïîêà îíè íå ïîéìóò Èèñóñà. Àìèíü!"

(Ïðåáóäóò ñ òîáîþ íåçðåëûå ïëîäû, äèòÿ, ïîêà îíè íå ïîéìóò Èèñóñà.)
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Don't be aroused, by my confession
Unless you don't give a good Goddamn about redemption
I know Christ is comin', so am I
And you would too if the sexy devil caught your eye

She'll suck you dry
But still you'll cry, to be back in her bosom
To do it again
She'll make you weak
And mourn and cry, to be back in her bosom
To do it again

(Pray) Til I go blind
(Pray) Cause nobody ever survives
Prayin' to stay in your arms just until I can die a little longer
Satyrs and saints, devils and heathens and lies
She'll eat you alive

Jesus is risen, it's no surprise
Even he would martyr his mama to ride to hell between those thighs
The pressure is building, at the base of my spine
If I gotta sin to see her again then I'm gonna lie and lie and lie

She'll make you cry
I'll sell my soul, to be back in your bosom
Gladly now please suck me dry
And still you'll cry, to be back in her bosom
To do it again

(Pray) Til I go blind
(Pray) Cause nobody ever survives
Prayin' to stay in her arms just until I can die a little longer
Satyrs and saints, devils and heathens and lies
She'll eat you alive

My pulse has been rising
My temples are pounding
The pressure is so overwhelming and building
So steady they're fretting I'm ready to blow
What is she what is she what is she waiting for?

(Pray) Pray til I go blind
(Pray) Pray cause no one ever survives
Prayin' to stay in her arms just to die longer
Satyrs and saints, devils and heathens and lies
She'll eat you alive

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