Lyrics
It was mid-July, we were drowning in flies,
And the sun burned like a hadoken.
My father had sea-dog eyes,
For his travels were verboten.
I had to sell my shoes,
And walk barefoot on the hot ground.
Just so I could buy a vowel,
So I could make a hurt sound.
She said she wasn't born
In the middle of a brimstone storm.
But I know she is a liar.
A soul so cold could only be made in a hell fire.
When she came to town she stood downwind
So we couldn't smell trouble.
If only I knew every town she'd been through
She'd razed to rubble.
Then I wouldn't have gone up to her, or looked at her,
I wouldn't even have given her my name.
I wouldn't have said, 'I'll be yours if you'll take me,
'Till I die or go insane.'
She said she wasn't born
In the middle of a brimstone storm.
But I know she is a liar.
A soul so cold could only be made in a hell fire.
She burns me like the sun.
She pukes on me like a fly.
Am I the only one?
And if so, why?
I've said if she knew what she did to me
She would stop.
Oh, how I wish that were true.
But I know that it is not.
Lord, she knows not what she does,
Lord, I know not what she be.
For my only frame of reference
Is the creature of Shelley.
She said she wasn't born
In the middle of a brimstone storm.
But I know she is a liar.
A soul so cold could only be made in a hell fire.
I froze beneath the moon,
Picked out by the cold light of the stars.
I tried to up and run,
But my broken legs wouldn't carry me far.
The cold wind bit in to me,
Just like she used to do.
I could feel her inside my bones,
I felt rotten right through.
She said she wasn't born
In the middle of a brimstone storm.
But I know she is a liar.
A soul so cold could only be made in a hell fire.
I can never be free.
I will always burn and freeze.
And that's the way it'll be.
So long as she is she.
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