Dark Mavis
Wait around, I'll be walking quite a while
Don't be late, hard to take, vicar twists and gets away
His lipstick's running, his dress is stunning
He's got high heels on, and his flock don't care now
Mavis, what he will wear
In the path of righteous man
There is rubble where I stand
I'll be the one
You can kiss his vase until the end of the month
Vicar stay, 'cos your lipstick smeared away from your face
Vicar twist, grey pajamas in your case
His tights are nylon, his nails by Revlon
He's got high heels on, and his flock don't care now
Mavis, what he will wear
In the path of righteous man
There is rubble where I stand
I'll be the one
You can kiss his vase until the end of the month
And if you should see me passing by
Do not disturb me as I fly
Though I am walking here
This is where I'll be
In the path of righteous man
There is rubble where I stand
I'll be the one
You can kiss his vase until the end of the month
In the path of righteous man
There is rubble where I stand
I'll be the one
You can kiss his vase until the end of the month
Until the end of the month
Until the end of the month
Oh yeah, yeah
Ooh-ooh, oh yeah
Ooh-ooh, oh yeah
Ooh-ooh, oh yeah
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, oh
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, yeah
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, ooh
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, ooh
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, ooh
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, ooh yeah
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, ooh
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, ooh
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, oh yeah
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, oh yeah
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, oh
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, yeah yeah
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, yeah
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, yeah yeah
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, yeah
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, ooh-oh
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, oh
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, yeah yeah
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, yeah
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, ooh-oh
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, yeah
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, yeah yeah
(Applause and whistling)
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All come crashing down, your desperate icon. You've got to gob on, your
desperate icon. You'll all come crashing in, your desperate icon You've got
to gob on, your desperate icon. Am I a God or am I Jesus? Am I a man or am
I a boy? Do I feel love or just possession? Do I feel holy or nothing at all?
You can't deny, That your shit just tastes as sweet as mine. And you can't
deny, That your shit just tastes as sweet as mine. Sweet Jesus.
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