Of Montreal - How Lester Lost His Wife lyrics

[Verse 1] First there was the fable of the bull Told by the picador Then an Orwellian raping of a virgin apple core An apple core, an apple core, an apple Core, an apple core, an apple [Verse 2] Next our minds were supping up the horrors That our vicious master's whip Was serving us in rituals nefariously hip Wickedly hip, wickedly hip, wickedly Hip, wickedly hip, wickedly [Bridge] I had to don a disguise to see her slinking down The snaking hallways to her chamber But I wasn't prepared to encounter the vision Of she and it engaged in defiling of the sacred In an instant her face became so plaintive And I watched as she transformed Into the Black Amaranth The Black Amaranth (x4) [Verse 3] The next morning I spied In a window framed in bra** The story of her condemnation Portrayed in the stained gla** In the stained gla** In the stained gla**, in the stained Gla**, in the stained gla**, in the stained Gla**