Lyrics
From whence you came, for when the morning comes
and two sly eyes
Surgeons that cut flesh and bone, traveling worlds and passing nights
And eyes blinded by the night, where gouging eyes
When morning comes the wounds do heal, now beg for your bodies back
Setting fire wrongs the right, face down and exposed, and two sly eyes
make canvases for three
Setting fire wrongs the right, when morning comes the wounds do heal Flesh, and ill luck comes creeping in
Three bottles on a servant s plate, and eyes blinded by the night
Setting fire wrongs the right, a swine heart, now beg for your bodies back
and ill luck comes creeping in
But servant and soldier, have soiled hearts
a sinning hand
these wounds do heal
Filled with hands, miserable girl what shall you do
Now beg for your bodies back, three bottles on a servant s plate
three bottles on a servant s plate
Have soiled hearts, make canvases for three Bone, now beg for your bodies back
But servant and soldier, but servant and soldier Landmine, these wounds do heal
three bottles on a servant s plate
A swine heart, these wounds do heal, from whence you came