YouжЉіe got me hanging by my throat.
Swinging from a tree,
Swaying in the breeze.
As I die my eyes glaze over.
Swinging from a tree,
Swaying in the breeze.
In the silent twilight I heard the crickets cry.
As the holocaust horizon victimised the sky.
In the bowels of a small town spins a vortex of hell.
Neon red like the vacancy sign at the Vertigo Motel.
WonжЉ° you come and shatter my glass heart?
Inject black tar in my arteries.
You always knew just what to say,
From birth, deathbed into the grave.
IжЉ¦ spinning.
Vital organs on the dance floor,
Gyrating to the beat.
As the ghost of the goat head wanders through the street.
Exacting revenge, he drowns his victims in a well.
For his murder 40 years ago at the Vertigo Motel.
WonжЉ° you come and shatter my glass heart?
Inject black tar in my arteries.
You always knew just what to say,
From birth, deathbed into the grave.