the Harlot stretch your filthy hands toward the deep green sea the children in the back can't quite feel your need stretch your aching arms toward the tired clouds you can't stop bleeding yet you're not on the ground when our suns forget the dawn how do we keep running from the Harlot? (drug use in lace shoes does anyone want a reboot? bumble bees and wedding trees clouds over your prophecies) place your tired eyes across your chained dreams the front row can't quite see your scream when our suns forget the dawn how do we keep running from the Harlot? don't shoot my moon boots mary you've got to move becandsar in the other room ordering a threesome if you're scooping the ice cream save her for me save her for me save her for me when our sons forget the dawn how do we keep running from the Harlot? don't shoot my moon boots becandsar in the other room gettin high off junk food and dying their hair maroon I'll be off the phone and leave you two alone when mike sez I'm cold and Fred's comin home Fred's comin home Fred's comin home... <--- back * home * next --->