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Cri De Coeur Lyrics - Artist : Billy Corgan
Close the door, turn out the light
Savants, a pillbox please A man's overboard without dreams While the actors sleep induced And the artist's bow draws down Turn the dial, oh amulet For the prince of sightless change His carriage wept by With all the trappings of death and saints I'm bailing shale while shirking trust And finding dawn in dusk And Satan's in the mangers of Troy I'm bailing shale while shirking trust And finding dawn in dusk But only kings and queens may skip the void 'Tis disaster, fie-i-o I'll tend these pyres for you And poor William He's in the poor house with cagey souls Take the pledge of the rodeo Where mudders sheltered thee And mothers pray for the tithe or leave of man As we'll come to understand them A gerrymandering brought them free Idolaters and those sanctified In monographs and in jibes Stand upon the altar For an umpteenth repast of due fame Say, bosom brave, illumen mine Suspended fine in crepe Your papered children have been atomized Say, bosom brave, illumen mine Suspended fine in crepe Your papered children have been atomized 'Tis disaster, fie-i-o I'll tend these pyres for you And poor William He's in the poor house with a ratlike soul |
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