Faxed Head - House Of Spirits lyrics

House Of Spirits Music by Faxed Head Austrian nights, so cold and dank Snow covered graves and frozen lakes The voices of children and women croon Bits of burned bone shaped like crescent moons We bought glue to put our pieces together It had no fumes -- it was a thick white paste Instead we went to a local tavern Where the Austrian spirits had a strange taste bu*terscotch drops and turpentine We ate the paste but did not get high Drunk on Stroh we stumbled sickly One by one we vomit seperately Our private prison to our house of spirits No AA for me -- just glue and doom This sort of life, no medals merit Just to drink Stroh "80" in Austria soon