Post by Laura on Oct 6, 2005 18:32:14 GMT -6
p/n: I thought I'd add this for people who read the first one. Again, violence, mature themes, coarse language. Rated R if you wanted it that way too.
Dirty Preachers pt.2
[ it's a bloody mess ]
it's a freaking bloody mess
you catapulting yourself
into my body
breaking all the rules
my seal
where will I seek approval
now?
who is that
lying behind the confession booth?
[ is it you? ]
I pray to god you're not there
and I ask:
will you keep my name safe?
because he dirtied me up
sex comes in many forms
but ours was
quiet rough behind Jesus's cross
and He will see us
[ you bastard ]
and you will pay
I'm sure.
what are my duties as a lady?
I ask if I am still a woman
or just a wh*re
now that you've had your way with me
"this will make you believe"
you said as you pushed and pushed and pushed
"this will make you bleed"
first time never seems to escape my mind
now when I lay down with a man
I feel like I am supposed to just sit there
and wait for him to battle me
in positions I feel you there
escaping the stitches in my skin
bleeding through the floor
why is your face always coming through
it's in the curtains where I hid away
it's in the sink where I washed the blood right from my veins
it's in the bedspread where my tears were stained
and [ oh ] f**k
you're everywhere.
it's hard to live a normal life
now that you've broken my soul in two
how does it feel to hold the innocence of little girls
in your holy water drinking hands?
does it make you feel strong and powerful and worthy?
you are not Jesus
you are not God
give up this hold you have on us.
sink or swim
I grab on to my life jacket as you push me under
this bloody mess of a bed we slept in
where you lived
I see the angels touching hands on top of my head
are they whispering:
"dirty, dirty wh*re -
you f**kING dirty wh*re"
it's all a mistake
a misunderstanding
as he shoves his fingers in
where are the tattoos of tears stained in my skin?
when they start to cry
my eyes weep dry somehow
all this pain I've become ammune to
how can I live a normal life
knowing you're inside me still?
Dirty Preachers pt.2
[ it's a bloody mess ]
it's a freaking bloody mess
you catapulting yourself
into my body
breaking all the rules
my seal
where will I seek approval
now?
who is that
lying behind the confession booth?
[ is it you? ]
I pray to god you're not there
and I ask:
will you keep my name safe?
because he dirtied me up
sex comes in many forms
but ours was
quiet rough behind Jesus's cross
and He will see us
[ you bastard ]
and you will pay
I'm sure.
what are my duties as a lady?
I ask if I am still a woman
or just a wh*re
now that you've had your way with me
"this will make you believe"
you said as you pushed and pushed and pushed
"this will make you bleed"
first time never seems to escape my mind
now when I lay down with a man
I feel like I am supposed to just sit there
and wait for him to battle me
in positions I feel you there
escaping the stitches in my skin
bleeding through the floor
why is your face always coming through
it's in the curtains where I hid away
it's in the sink where I washed the blood right from my veins
it's in the bedspread where my tears were stained
and [ oh ] f**k
you're everywhere.
it's hard to live a normal life
now that you've broken my soul in two
how does it feel to hold the innocence of little girls
in your holy water drinking hands?
does it make you feel strong and powerful and worthy?
you are not Jesus
you are not God
give up this hold you have on us.
sink or swim
I grab on to my life jacket as you push me under
this bloody mess of a bed we slept in
where you lived
I see the angels touching hands on top of my head
are they whispering:
"dirty, dirty wh*re -
you f**kING dirty wh*re"
it's all a mistake
a misunderstanding
as he shoves his fingers in
where are the tattoos of tears stained in my skin?
when they start to cry
my eyes weep dry somehow
all this pain I've become ammune to
how can I live a normal life
knowing you're inside me still?
