Church - Lunar lyrics

All that it was was a fine-toothed comb Only in on the night All that it was was just one pound of flesh And you didn't get it right All that it was was a cannibal buzz Leading you on, day on day All that it means was in old Paris scenes An old, sour Beaujolais All that it wore was a little brittle slip Drooping right over my head All that it says is there's nothing left to bless All that it said is it's dead