BRING YOUR DAUGHTER
..TO THE SLAUGHTER
honey its getting
close to midnight
and all the
myths are in town
true love and
lipstick on your linen
bite the pillow
make no sound
if there's
some living to be done
before your
life becomes your tomb
you'd better
know that i'm the one
so unchain
your back door invite me around
honey its getting
close to daybreadk
the sun is
creeping in the sky
no patent remedies
for heartache
just empty
words and humble pie
so get down
on your kneees honey
assume an attitude
you just pray
that i'll be waiting
cos you know
i'm coming soon
so pick up your
foolish pride,no going back
no where,no
way,no place to hide
bring your daughter,bring
your daughter to the slaughter
let her go,let
her go,let her go
BACK TO DISCOGRAPHY - NO PRAYER FOR THE DYING
