Lost Girls lyrics

Warming the hearts of

Tragic hoodlum spirits

Brighten the eyes of

Petty thieves who crawl at night

Who feign to use a knife

Jingle jangle

The cosmos are on fire

The blazing loins of the criminal choir

Rejoice to be alive

Broken and depraved

Sullied mop and rusted pail

Centuries of poison

To escape this

Heaven or hell

This earthly cell of dead flowers and

So many wounded foes

It's hard to remember fantasy or horror

Unwarranted caresses

Little Lolitas who want to be held in large hands

Dear Father

Who art in heaven

Hollow be thy name

Witches confused by their own magic

Witches displeased by their own perfume

Shame lock women

Shaman women

Fuming with shame

Love lock women

Women their own magic women

Shadow body, shadow spirit

White blood, blue night

Angel's lyrics

Female creature wilted high

In the rafters

Orgies of dust

And butterfly laughter

Shadow spilling into the babe's milk

Starry eyes of ghost's memoir

Four blue plus two, that makes six

That's twelve, times two

Two brown eyes, one green

Hazel's asleep in the hayloft down the road

Drowning in dry grass

In a sweet maiden's lap

Poisoned with nightshade

Witch's last laugh

Stick your thumb out

Lift up your skirt

Someone's gonna stop here soon

Take down your hair and wind up your grin

Someone's gonna take you home

Stick out your thumb and lift up your skirt

Someone's gonna stop here soon

Take down your hair and wind up your grin

Someone's gonna take you home

Even though red's not your color

I'll dress you in feathers

And fly you in the windy weather

Like a child bird marooned

On an island of cats

Little dewy brawling cats

With cross-eyed and hats

They take mercy on you

They take you for walks

The mercy choir singing dismal hymns

Watery bible rhymes

All jumbled a mess

A mess of bright graves

And flowers and balloons

Stick out your thumb and lift up your skirt

Someone's bound to stop here soon

Take down your hair and wind up your grin

Someone's gonna take you home

With a knapsack of trinket

I'm off to seek my fortune again

Chasing ghosts of dead orphans

Friend, cousin, or kin

We wave to the passer by

Moth wings of a butterfly

Endless tracks where no car pass

Close your eyes and you can fly

I'm off to meet my soul mate

A naked fawny jail bate

Wading into ponds

Filly with pollywogs at dawn

Mourning the light

That slipped from my eyes

A little child with dirty nails

And dirty hair

I had dirty things scrawled upon my mind

Stick out your thumb and lift up your skirt

Someone's bound to stop here soon

Take down your hair and wind up your grin

Someone's gonna take you home

• Artist:CocoRosie
• Album:Heartache City