be good to your daughters And daughters will love like you do Girls become lovers who turn into mothers So mothers be good to your daughters too So mothers be good to your daughters
locked inside Those castle walls Her heart has turned to stone Daughters of the queen Come outside and play Slip into the nighttime Before it slips away Daughters
Something dark and true we all can sing to I know the chorus, now my brain's turned black Demon daughters, demon daughters Demon daughters, demon daughters Demon daughters
there a vengeance up in heaven? Or are those things left behind? Maybe everyday is Saturday morning, Two daughters and a wife. Two daughters and a beautiful wife. Two daughters
No, no, no the kaos never lets you go Daughters of the kaos in the house of God Love you with my six guns then I move along Like a gangster keeping the
it's got nothing to do with me Fathers, be good to your daughters Daughters will love like you do Girls become lovers who turn into mothers So mothers, be good to your daughters
Saw him standing there and I know What it takes to make a show 'Cause who wants to be ignored? Who wants to be alone? I'll give you one, two, three,
Said you were leaving on the goodbye service You'd take me with you, I think we earned it (Too late) No stop signs (Too late) No red lights You left
Everything that happened here Cannot happen when you're dead, she safely said Worry when you wake tonight Is it all in your head? So you want to run,
Don't know the meaning of devotional Pictured me hanging threadbare on the blacked out wall Purposeful, in your weekly disguise Surrendering to arms,
She has a gilt complex, break her neck Now she's run, run, running right over the edge Had a gilt complex, poison pen She's signing her name and she's
Sometimes the conversation is a road to the south Beyond the leaking roof, to the dry mouth Sometimes intrepidation is the roadkill in me Oh, walk on
Match, the rope, wires, tied up in twine Corkscrew, dictionary, time Paint, paper, pillows, ink the hangman Tape recording, postcard, sign Stamp it 'Evidence
I know you are, another planet miles apart Is it a question of things you really Should have cared about? You took a drive, countries called More than
So many times you ran yourself over Talking back on a cold-crying shoulder Get in a car with the taxi driver Sympathy of strangers, hoping to find her
I can hear her late at night Rattling along the corridor Wearing my name around my neck I'd long forgotten who I was So I rebel with the ghost Try to
We swing together like the bell, with a similar story to tell Both holding on until the end at least we're not alone Swinging together like the bell,
Gonna find it hard to sleep through it all This rain veil's gonna fall Walk behind him, sweet duress Try to conduct yourself Behind royal walls, blacked
