Death in Vegas - Soul Auctioneer Lyrics
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Soul Auctioneer
Soul Auctioneer Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Soul Auctioneer By Death in Vegas?
The lynch mob they hide from the infinite hole
As judge genocide's executioner goes To crucify venus in cinemascope The narcotic preachers are happy High priest the mesmorous, the soul auctioneer Sells scorpion tight-ropes, while surfing on fear His necropolis users, The scourge of the queer He is married to the truth-incinerator There are hands in my pockets Pulling at my spine Eggs bearing insects Hatching in my mind The stones in my shoes get Sharper all the time In the soft sick underbelly In the carcass of these times I fly in my head, leave terminal narcosis A poisoned mind will make you blind Beware of trojan horses A dead head, a blunt needle You've broken your wings You've lost your demon Drop the bomb, spread the virus Marxist priests teach defiance Change through violence There are hands in my pockets Pulling at my spine Eggs bearing insects Hatching in my mind The stones in my shoes get Sharper all the time In the soft sick underbelly In the carcass of these times You've broken your wings, you've lost your demon You've broken your wings, you've lost your demon You've broken your wings, you've lost your demon Demon, demon, demon, demon Demoooon You've broken your wings, you've lost your demon You've broken your wings, you've lost your demon You've broken your wings, you've lost your demon Demon, demon, demon, demon Demoooooon-yeah |
Who Wrote Soul Auctioneer By Death in Vegas?
Tim Holmes, Richard Maguire, Bobby Gillespie
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What's The Duration Of The Soul Auctioneer By Death in Vegas?The duration of Soul Auctioneer is 5:59 minutes and seconds. |
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