The upturned ruptured palms the pleading eyes that hide the spite that want to forgive us wretched insects if only we'd learn how to get in line there
tune, lay down Lay down the song you strum And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings No voice can hope to hum The ocean wild like an organ played
and plays his guitar for all of you bucks tonight Still tryin' to be a star and see his name in lights Somewhere the organ's playin' a hymn of salvation
and songs of lament. A couple of hymns of confession, And songs that recognize our sick obsessions. Sing along- I'm on the ugly organ again. Sing along
hymns of confession And songs that recognize our sick obsessions Sing along I'm on the ugly organ again Sing along I'm on the ugly organ So let's begin
songs perverse and songs of lament A couple hymns of confession, and songs that recognize our sick obsessions Sing along i'm on the ugly organ again Sing
And remember another night When Mama played the organ, And we turned off all the lights And we all stood around her And sang Silent Night The organ
there is a smile He know he's going home The church was filled with people as the organ softly played On their knees the congregation prayed As they softly sang a hymn
lost sheep to the fold The church was filled with people as the organ softly played And on their knees the congregation prayed As they softly sang a hymn
degrade Under progressive foulness, former vital organs Are replaced by a clumb of corpse tumors Is that what expects us in the deep - Just corpse tumors...? [Solo: "Hymn
are parts of plans Passed by my hands, my hands My hands shake through handshakes Forsaken by my limbs My limbs sing the hymns The hymns of a tyrant
of Lady Astor, well OK that's quite alright." They put him in the choir, but the hymns he did not like So he organized the angels and he led them out
of fate He finally hit rock bottom But he was still clawing for the abyss There'll be no more goosesteps where we're going Only sex and violins Singing bottle hymns
tune, lay down, Lay down the song you strum, And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings No voice can hope to hum. The ocean wild like an organ
of kin Sacrificed the Hoopty Twins To the god of halibut and fins, But when the stench took to the winds The styes marched onward singing hymns That
'con D'impact eclater la console et lyncher. C'est comme mater dans l'canon d'un calibre charge c'est mon putain d'nom Et c'morceau un hymne pour les
and songs of lament. A couple of hymns of confession, and songs that recognize our sick obsessions. Sing along- I'm on the ugly organ again. Sing along
, and songs of lament. A couple of hymns of confession, And songs that recognize our sick obsessions. Sing along - I'm on the ugly organ
