I sell scars
And tarnished rosarys
I sit by windows
That shield my light
I drink the ages
And sit in a catholic dress
Making sure
That dust has a place to hide.
I cry blood
And sleep wide awake
I hold desire
In a rusted can
I am the blessed
And in my Catholic dress
I can curse everyone
Till the day I die.
And tarnished rosarys
I sit by windows
That shield my light
I drink the ages
And sit in a catholic dress
Making sure
That dust has a place to hide.
I cry blood
And sleep wide awake
I hold desire
In a rusted can
I am the blessed
And in my Catholic dress
I can curse everyone
Till the day I die.