Dancehall lyrics
Dancehall lyrics
Clementine, the sights you solve.
It's profligates return this saw
A native to the dance halls of the Gaul.
Where dancing absolves us all
'Cause they used to know my old Ma.
Monkeyshines, their bones will grind
In violent times with violet eyes that pale.
Monkeyshines their bones will grind
In violent times with violet eyes that pale.
It's a trail of tears from here knows when
She dripped with birch and unmade scent.
Shod lean with ghost's of her lovers weak amends
So slays the mandarin in the house of a sun.
Monkeyshines their bones will grind
In violent times with violet eyes that pale.
Monkeyshines, their bones will grind
In violent times with violet eyes that pale.
As Cyanotypes, the trollops fight
To hold their scimitar above our heads.
Oh, down where they rest with my old Ma
'Cause they used to know where we belong.
Dardanelle, skip Misselette.
When this faun's in love it's nonetheless.
So peel back an orange,
If you want to taste what's next.
Since laudanum feathers our nest
With a salt mass hop and lament.
Monkeyshines, their bones will grind
In violent times with violet eyes that pale.
Monkeyshines, their bones will grind
In violent times with violet eyes that pale.
Monkeyshines, their bones will grind
In violent times with violet eyes that pale.
Monkeyshines, their bones will grind
In violent times with violet eyes that pale.
Oh, down where they rest with my old Ma
'Cause they used to know where we belong.
- Artist:Billy Corgan
- Album:Cotillions