John Collins - European Oils lyrics

I made a tomb for all the incompatible cells I could take And I brought bells to the wake And you, you didn't mind Shedding your beautiful European blood As I screamed, "d**h to the murderers we've loved all our lives!" I was good with names I had a way with faces And I was the dominant theme in a number of places And you, you didn't mind Mixing your beautiful European oils for a still life Oh Candice, we should've run for our lives! When I'm at war I insist on a slaughter And getting it on with the hangman's daughter She needs release She needs to feel at ease with her father - The f**ing maniac! I made a tomb for all the incompatible cells I could take And I brought bells to the wake And you, you didn't mind Shedding your beautiful European blood As I screamed, "d**h to the murderers we've loved all our lives!" Desperate times call for desperate measures I wanted you I wanted these treasures, too