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Artist: Matt Duke
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The Father,The Son and the Harlot's Ghost
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The Father,The Son and the Harlot's Ghost
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So under this tree
Far away from church and state it's just you and me
There's no need to watch our backs we'll just simply be
Kiss me, Honey, sweetly with our eyes closed
Words like a knife
Cut my father's throat and he is seething in spite
Threatenin' my poor mother so she kneels every night
To a prized God divided in the fight
O' sweet thing, bombs away!
And I'll say
To you I leave a pox upon this awful place
And for you I bleed
So string up my girl
Deviant and faithless and a bane to your world
Malintent with ignorance it's all so absurd
Worthless and you're worth it all the same (the same...)
I starve in my cell
Man is bound in shackles between heaven and hell
Whether it's worth dying for is too soon to tell
Bloody mouthed and screaming out a name (a name, a name...)
O' sweet thing, bombs away!
And I'll say
To you I leave a pox upon this awful place
And for you I bleed, but every drop was such and waste and
O' sweet thing, bombs away!
And I'll say
To you I leave a pox upon this awful place
And for you I bleed
There was nothing left when you bred contempt
In a shit town turning your acts into killers
So far gone
Oh Holy Father, I bit my tongue
But Your good word's turning your saints into sinners
So far gone, oh
So under this tree
We grew roots and branches kept a hope that our leaves
They will turn through seasons and then fall to the feet
Of the children that came after us in Spring (in Spring...)
O' sweet thing, bombs away!
And I'll say
To you I leave a pox upon this awful place
And for you I bleed, though every drop was such a waste and
O' sweet thing, bombs away!
And I'll say
To you I leave a pox upon this awful place
And for you I bleed
So under this tree
Far away from church and state it's just you and me
There's no need to watch our backs we'll just simply be
Kiss me, Honey, sweetly with our eyes closed
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