Violence is the last refuge of the incompetent





At this moment, you should be with us
Feeling like we do, like you love to
But never will again
I miss you, my dear Xiola

I prepared the room tonight
With Christmas lights and candles
Fresh sheets
We are all filled with dense clouds
That have us sunk into the mattress
I need to touch your skin

An alien she was
No one made friends as easily as Xiola
Drug pushing constructors
We were always in the audience that plagued her

Three days was the morning
My focus three days old
My head, it landed to the sound of cricket bows
I am a proud man anyway
Covered now by three days

Three ways was the morning
Three lovers, in three ways
We knew when she landed, three days she'd stay
I am a proud man anyway
Covered now by three days

We saw shadows of the morning light
Shadows of the evening sun
Till the shadows and the lights were one

True hunting's over
No herd to follow
Without game, men prey on each other
The family weakens by the bite we swallow

True leaders gone
Of land and people
We choose no kin but adopted strangers
The family weakens by the lengths we travel

All of us with wings
All of us with wings

Erotic Jesus lays with his Marys
Loves his Marys
Bits of puzzle, fitting each other
All now with wings

Oh my Marys
Never wonder
Night is shelter for nudity's shiver
All now with wings.


- Perry Farrell