| Lyrics: | You've got me hanging by my throat.
Swinging from a tree,
Swaying in the breeze.
As I
die my eyes glaze over.
Swinging from a tree,
Swaying in the breeze.
In the silent
twilight I heard the crickets cry.
As the holocaust horizon victimised the sky.
In the
bowels of a small town spins a vortex of hell.
Neon red like the vacancy sign at the Vertigo
Motel.
Won't you come and shatter my glass heart?
Inject black tar in my
arteries.
You always knew just what to say,
From birth, deathbed into the
grave.
I'm spinning.
Vital organs on the dance floor,
Gyrating to the beat.
As
the ghost of the goat head wanders through the street.
Exacting revenge, he drowns his victims
in a well.
For his murder 40 years ago at the Vertigo Motel.
Won't you come and shatter
my glass heart?
Inject black tar in my arteries.
You always knew just what to
say,
From birth, deathbed into the grave. |
