Budapest
Lyrics
Carrie Ann With The White
Dress Lyrics
Budapest
Like a walking dog shifting
by the flow,
Easy slider wants to blow
in Budapest.
This endless feeling follows
ghostly,
And vicious as a plague
you know where we are now?
In Budapest.
A chest with no breath creeping
through a darkness,
An iced game of chess melting
in Budapest.
Building a gambling house
in my head,
Near the castle a cold hunter
lays,
In Budapest.
Now watch out, it's coming
on.
Tokaj running in my veins,
What was soaking is now
croaking in Budapest.
Sniper holes across partitions
of my soul,
Street-cars tearing up the
skies of Budapest.
Travestied gods, transyvanian
guns,
I do hear ans see surely
I should run far from Budapest.
Cave-accordeons they taste
my flesh,
And in fast motion, men
are mean, mean, mean, mean and mesh.
In Budapest.
I may have a fex contacts
but no peace I could find,
And the burning synagogues
are lightning up all,
Of Budapest !
Paranoid express through
excess and excess,
Here I am just a guest who
doesn't need to be blessed,
In Budapest.
Now watch out, it's coming
on.
Paranoid express take a deep
breath,
I don't wanna be blessed,
I don't wanna be blessed.
Suicide lusts and none is
really to trust,
I am the hider, the midnight
rider.
Carrie Ann With The White
Dress
Carrie-Ann with the white
dress on
You've stepped in the mud
again
Carrie-Ann with the white
dress on
You've been bad again
And though you don't like
this dress at all
You're just a little brat
out of control
Carrie-Ann with the white
dress on
You've stepped in the mud
again
Carrie-Ann with the white
dress on
You're the only one to blame
And though you don't like
this dress at all
We gave it to you for your
communion
Carrie-Ann with the white
dress on
Don't leave us alone again
Carrie-Ann with the white
dress on
We'll have to kill you again
You are the star, you are
the sea
You are the ghost that fell
down at our feet
Carrie-Ann with the white
dress on
You've stepped in the mud
again
Carrie-Ann with the white
dress on
You're the only one to blame
And though you don't like
this dress at all
You're just a little brat
out of control
Carrie-Ann with the white
dress on
It's all over now
Carrie-Ann with the white
dress on
They talk about you now
The way you were
The way you've gone
The way you were the only
son.
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