| Butterfly Cedo Words and Music by Susanne Lewis You trip me up around the continent And I resort to sword fighting Vampires, thieves for the twin bed The jaded intelligencia for stale bread A pack of dogs set on my ego The meiser with the butterfly credo It flits it flies away And there's nothing you could do Cause your a stain that spreads And there's nothing more to you While you act like nothing's going on The Puppet Bitch comes in casting roles Of course you're the Hapless Visionary And I get cast as Going Completely Out of Control I do her a big fucking favor I bash her in her mouth to save her Then I turn you just like you'd do to me And I say it's all cause of your vanity Ignites, burns, dies away And there's nothing more to you Like smoke you spread But there's really nothing more to you Vampires, thieves for the twin bed.... |