Vendetta Red - In Lieu of Dead Brides lyrics

f**ed on the gurney 'til you're black and blue By beheaded banshees who cackle and coo Who'd let a medic of blasphemous birth Flavor his meat with the salt of the earth? Cannons and hymnals condemn you to die And oh how the acolytes sing? "Lay them on the lawn like dead virgins Goddess of the grove we praise thee Gloria For every one of our sisters tortured A thousand of their sons will burn." Fist through your gums like a five fingered kiss A sad toothless suitor in post coital bliss Roll up that dollar, and powder your nose You'll show up like semen on dark colored clothes Forceps and scalpel make a mockery of flesh And oh how the acolytes sing? They're pointing, laughing, while he begs His tormentors for just one taste Of that wicked honey between her legs Before it goes away And she goes away