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[fireongorgeous]

Meet Me On The Way To The Guillotine

Stakes elevated higher than Jupiter's mighty head
Backed by thunder echoing in Rome
This could be called a Pyrrhic victory
Toe or heel may be amputated, but hopefully not the sole
Like Vestal Virgins pale, in moonlit shadows
I've been buried alive, amid Lucretia's laughs

So sweet Virgin meet me on the way to the guillotine
That hangs inevitably over my head
I pray that you won't recognize me
For the love of life don't look at me
Just keep your head and spirits high
Or tonight we'll hang together

Like the brain in the steel toed boot swinging
Iron traced footprints adorn bloody backs
But Lucretia is still good enough to laugh
But oh my dear Lucretia, sex will haunt you tonight
Don't forget the body is only a ghost, so
Please don't let that knife go to your head

(solo)

So sweet Virgin meet me on the way to the guillotine
That hangs inevitably over my head
I pray that you won't recognize me
For the love of life don't look at me
Just keep your head and spirits high
Or tonight we'll hang together