I watch the work of my kin bold and boyful,
Em Bm Em
Toying somewhere between love and abuse.
Em Bm Em
Calling to join them the wretched and joyful,
Em Bm Em
Shaking the wings of their terrible youths.
(Same progression again.)
Freshly dissolved in some frozen devotion,
No more alone or myself could I be.
Looks like a strain to the arms it were open,
No shortage of sordid, no pretest from me.
CHORUS:
Em Bm
With her, sweetened breath and her, tongue so mean,
A Em
She's the angel of small death and the codine scene.
Em Bm
With her, straw blonde hair, her arms hard and lean,
A Em
She's the angel of small death and the codine scene.
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