John's Song (feat. André Courbat)

A bowie knife and turpentine
A pound of bleach and some alter wine
Doctor says he can bleed it out
He put twenty leeches inside your mouth
Now you can spit and you can swallow
But her peach scent will be there tomorrow

Her sweet perfume chill breath of the moon
A raven whistles Saint Nicolas' tune

The soldier fumbles with his bayonet
She wraps her lips around the cigarette
Bless me father for I have sinned
My bottle washer hit a taught drum skin
And a Hail Mary and a bath of gin
Ain't gonna change a thing

Her sweet perfume burns the eye of the moon
A raven hums Saint Nicholas' tune
Her sweet perfume, her sweet perfume
Saint Nicolas gold for her sweet perfume

Romance just lost the bet
Because Aphrodite took the traveler's cheque
A steel brace and a party dress
For the birthday girl out in Bucharest
But she saw you scratch and she saw you bite
The silicon and the cellulite

Her sweet perfume taste the steps to her room
Where Santa Claus punched me with her sweet perfume
Her sweet perfume, her sweet perfume
Saint Nicolas gold for her sweet perfume

Her sweet perfume

Her sweet perfume

An ox heart and a lizard brain
Hot blood in the freezing rain
My lips are numb my tongue is shriveled
Wanna shed this skin like a molting lizard
I saw a slab of meat on a marble floor
The jump leads by the abattoir



Credits
Writer(s): Rolf Hogan
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