King Crack
Danielle Dax

Danielle Dax
Album: Blast The Human Flower


You rally round,
With head-of-fire,
And lips just made to lie.
And promises that you never keep,
'Cos your heart's made of ice.

Ev'rything you do,
And ev'ry you say,
Is nothing but a season in hell.
Way down, where the angel cries.

You wanted wealth,
And you wanted fame,
But, oh, the price was too high.

You dally here,
And you squander there,
And time just passed you by.

Take another hit,
And push a little shit,
And skim another bucket of gold.
Way down, where the angel cries.

(La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la)
(La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la)

Ev'rything you do,
And ev'ry you say,
Is nothing but a season in hell.
Way down, where the angel cries.

Way down, where the angel cries.




(Contributed by Voxel-Ux - January 2007)