Woorden:
Army Of Lovers

There's an army of lovers dying to meet you Dying to make your acquaintance It could be you or it could be me So don't let go 'cause I need you so I'

Passion pour moi Poison pour toi Passion pour moi Poison pour toi 'Cause there's blood in the chapel Nails from the wall Demons are having a ball Blood

is in motion Embalm me in lotion And toast magic potions I drink and I'm dead Trapped in between on a bureau desk Forward architect Stalinesque Army Of Lovers

I'm crucified Crucified like my Saviour Saintlike behavior A lifetime I prayed I'm crucified For the holy dimension Godlike ascension Heavens away I

Wild stars are born and die unnoticed I awaken, reigned by the rooted teeth A new man Adopting a nation Attention birds of prey This is your leader

Beneath the tower of death A flock of vultures gather For the holy feast The last vision of my life A stormy cloud of feathers What fire wouldn't touch

When I was a little girl I would pray to God Not because I believed in God But because I wanted God to believe in me Why wait for heaven To experience

Candyman Messiah Candyman Messiah Candyman Messiah Candyman Messiah Standing at the end of the rainbow Expected a pot of gold What's the use in money

Hi Louis, hi I've got this itch all over Oh yeah, where I've got an itchin' in my heart aha I've got an itchin' in my head, oh yeah I've got an itchin