Pornography (Live)

The sisterhood is praying for the black hearts that bled
All over the cathedral but The Good Lord is dead

The river flows regardless of murder or birth
It's just another bleak day on sad Mother Earth

We don't fall in love around here anymore
It all turned out to be
Pornography

They drown at The Red Angel, they panic at The Crows
The bones beneath St Stephen rattle in their holes

A wicked wind is blowing through this ghost of a town
But a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down

We don't fall in love around here anymore
It all turned out to be
Pornography

She smiled in D-minor and lit up the room
Just like a funeral candle on a suicide tomb

And he lied to her pale face, she lied to his
One more round for good cheer and the illusion of bliss

We don't fall in love around here anymore
It all turned out to be
Pornography



Credits
Writer(s): Andi Almqvist
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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