A Portrait Of The Trequartista As A Young Man

Intro: x4 Now is time to take recourse To drag my bones from 'neath his corpse Retract the blade within his heart Inscribe our initials in the bark Of every tree in every woods In ink red blood, can you imagine? While wearing his head as a hood I'd take life for a crime of passion Lies told Lies told Lies told Lies told Darling, if I had the choice I'd excavate his throat of voice And corrugate his vocal chords To play a tune to please the Lord Make him recite this murder ballad A sombre tune told by a bore Pump blood around the limp and pallid Harmonising as you snored Lies told Lies told x2 Lies told Lies told One day when I'm older I'll write it all down A portrait of the trequartista as a young man x2 We all know we're gonna die We're a speck of dust in a bad God's eye x2 He rubs us clean, but love is blind A balloon artist kisses porcupine We all know we're gonna die We're a speck of dust in a bad God's eye He rubs us clean, but love is blind A balloon artist kisses porcupine