Pop Crimes
Are you Stalin's secret daughter?
Did you murder history?
Your twin pals, genocide and slaughter
Were born on Calvary
When all the good got good and gone
And all the bad broke free
A sock-puppet government
Left to it's own device
The hand that used to hold my hand
Has grown bored of its delights
I guess that I won't see you tomorrow
On this, our planet of perpetual sorrows
Pop crimes
These were pop crimes
These were pop crimes
These were pop crimes
It was a pop crime
This was a pop crime
The Catholic church cannot verify
That there's a single soul in hell
It's just a wasteland of adversity
Devoid of all but the sound of wedding bells
From this vast expanse of nothing
Nothing good will come of this
But the hole in the zero
And an open-heart-surgery kiss
This was a pop crime
It was a pop crime
This was a pop crime
It was a pop crime
It was a pop crime
This was a pop crime
Did you go down with the Gorgons?
Is that why you turned to stone?
Or was that state reserved for me
For me and me alone?
Does the hissing of their coiffured snakes
Desiccate your soul?
This was a pop crime
This was a pop crime
This was a pop crime
This was a pop crime
This was a pop crime
This was a pop crime
It was a pop crime
Did you murder history?
Your twin pals, genocide and slaughter
Were born on Calvary
When all the good got good and gone
And all the bad broke free
A sock-puppet government
Left to it's own device
The hand that used to hold my hand
Has grown bored of its delights
I guess that I won't see you tomorrow
On this, our planet of perpetual sorrows
Pop crimes
These were pop crimes
These were pop crimes
These were pop crimes
It was a pop crime
This was a pop crime
The Catholic church cannot verify
That there's a single soul in hell
It's just a wasteland of adversity
Devoid of all but the sound of wedding bells
From this vast expanse of nothing
Nothing good will come of this
But the hole in the zero
And an open-heart-surgery kiss
This was a pop crime
It was a pop crime
This was a pop crime
It was a pop crime
It was a pop crime
This was a pop crime
Did you go down with the Gorgons?
Is that why you turned to stone?
Or was that state reserved for me
For me and me alone?
Does the hissing of their coiffured snakes
Desiccate your soul?
This was a pop crime
This was a pop crime
This was a pop crime
This was a pop crime
This was a pop crime
This was a pop crime
It was a pop crime
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