SONG LYRICS & CHORDS (N)

Ahhh...sweet youth / The joys of becoming a teenage prostitute / Or in my case a blood-crazed gladiator...

Ahhh...sweet youth / The joys of becoming a teenage prostitute / Or in my case a blood-crazed gladiator...

I'm clawing at your door / but no one seems to hear me / I'll sleep under the floor...

She has spread her legs / And does so with a grin / Allowing your lord God...

doesn't matter what person you are / you will know all kinds of pain / no matter how good your life is...

She has spread her legs / And does so with a grin / Allowing your lord God...

You never wondered how witches fly / Hobgoblins chant in the dead of the night / Ogres and fairies read their textbooks of blood...

Sun’s down skyline / Nignt is crawling long / Time have no stopped...

One life - never been a riddle / Black nights - live it to the max / It’s all extremely done...

In the days of my youth I was told what it means to be a man / Now I've reached that age I try to do all those things the best I can / No matter how I try I find my way to the same old jam...

A brand new start, a life beginning / Another path, all you can do / Day and night you dream alone...

A brand new start, a life beginning / Another path, all you can do / Day and night you dream alone...

I'm Fucking tired of making dissections / I reek of shit and putrefaction / Many hours among decay...

Daily exposed to contact with fatal infections / Deafening to auscultate distorted bruits / Queasily we collect the patient's excretions...

Propagating, multiplying, tumours grow / Into pustulous cavities neoplasm breeds / Propagating, multiplying, tumours grow...

I have fought for my country / I have spilled my blood for you / Oppressed by my own flesh and blood...

(In which Dr. Knox makes the acquaintance of Misters Burke and Hare, Resurrectionists by trade) / “The bulk of the work was done at night, using wooden shovels... and a “dark lanthorn” - a device commonly used by burglars: designed to shed light where necessary, but not to attract attention... A hole would be dug at the head of the grave, down to the coffin, and hooks or a crow-bar inserted under the lid. The weight of earth on the rest of the lid acted as a counter-weight, so that when pressure was exerted lid invariably snapped across, and the body could be hoisted out of the grave with ropes.” - Ruth Richardson ​Death, Dissection, and the Destitute​ 1987 / “The corporation of corpse-stealers, I am told, support themselves and Families very comfortably, and that no-one should be surprised at the Nature of Such a Society, the late Resurrectionists in St. Saviours, St. Giles's and St. Pancras churchyards, are memorable Instances of this laudable Profession.” Anonymous ​A View of London and Westminster 1728...

Nessun dorma! Nessun dorma! / Tu pure, o Principessa, / nella tua fredda stanza...

Outside of the lines of reason / Borders of perception stark / There in the space between spaces...

We walk this earth / With fire on our hands / Eye for an eye...

Here I am, back to the wall / I pick the fight against the tide / Free at last, I go my own way...

North side star's coming on down, / but it ain't gonna be around for you. / Around for you......

So close no matter how far / Couldn’t be much more from the heart / Forever trusting who we are...

When darkness falls, may it be / That we should see the light / When reaper calls, may it be...

So close no matter how far / Couldn’t be much more from the heart / Forever trusting who we are...

When darkness falls, may it be / That we should see the light / When reaper calls, may it be...

You choose your path. / Don't shift the blame. / You ran your course....

Your stinking corpse I desire / nothing can take me higher / Fucking you till your bones break...

Weak midnight promises of love, / were wept upon her grave and shunned by stars above. / In mortal life lurks my dismay....

Yo no volví a comprar donde el chino de por mi choza / Porque una vez me salió una curita en el cantones / y me dio mucho asquito...