Steve Evetts - Roman Holiday lyrics

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Steve Evetts - Roman Holiday lyrics

We cut our teeth in the bedroom We slit our wrists in our costumes All of them, witches, witches, witches, witches! We are the d**h of the party We are the life of the funeral All of us, ragmen, ragmen, ragmen, ragmen! I want the ripened fruit I want the fresh meat I want the first born I want the down beat We traded vows on the front line They ushered us through the stop sign All of them witches, witches, witches, witches! We found our way in the blackout We are the ghosts in the lighthouse All of us, ragmen, ragmen, ragmen, ragmen! I want the open wound I want the dark street I want the virgin blood I want that wet heat