Quasar Wut-Wut - Enola Gay lyrics

She's got graves for every hunchback in town Who would offer their humps up to the Holy of Holies Now, you may think that you're safe in the crowd - How fast can you run from the galloping Furies? I've seen her waltzing through the war-tattered skies Possessed by the drums of the Sanctum Sanctorum But when I gaze into those black-market eyes It makes me wanna give it all up I'm okay, I've got my head on the ropes now I'm just a quarter sort of a dime And I'm at my knees to the tortuous tease Thinking it's time to slow down But the statute she reads states that these tricks up my sleeves Are gonna chew off my arm somehow Sr. Androgenous is spindling over Too brief a description of the s**ual organs In my confusion I have found my way To the alter where they play tempestuous games: I see my darling with her hair up in tangles Fixing her men with fatal doses and damsels And when I gaze into those black-market eyes It makes me wanna give it all up I'm okay, I've got my head on the ropes now I'm just a quarter sort of a dime And I'm at my knees to the tortuous tease Thinking it's time to slow down But the statute she reads states that these tricks up my sleeves Are gonna chew off my arm somehow All I wanted was to hold you And I've waited so long for the day When I'll be called into your pale room Oh, my darling Enola Gay