Lyrics:
Davenport
Confused and hurt, hunger had me madder
than a matador
When being impaled by the bullhorn
My lucid verses become the outlet of my scorn
I felt like
Forbidden fruits are the sweetest
Your true messiah
Is frightened by shadows
As he tries to unwind
Whispering ruins
Irresistible illusions
as a sweet dream. My way is stretching into the abyss of eternity. I don't try to hold for this life, it's damned by me, and the spirit of Carpathians call my
[I. Hold In Derision]
Pioneering, big breakthroughs
Proceeded by the opposition
Hold in derision all that's new
Afraid to lose their own esteem
I. Hold in Derision
Pioneering, big breakthroughs
Proceeded by the opposition
Hold in derision all that's new
Afraid to lose their own esteem
Scorn
It went right by me
At the time it went over my head
I was looking out the window
I should have looked
At your face instead
It went right by
The sky is burning in this lonely land
And I kneel by the river
And I feel the sand and the wind
The wind from beyond the mountain
The wind from
with an inborn fire,
His brow with scorn be wrung;
He never should bow down
to a domineering frown,
Or the tang of a tyrant tongue.
His foot should
Zion"
To be reborn lets you be scorn by the ways of the wicked
Who pillage our communities and natural resources for profit
He said "My children, each
And great was her scorn
I offered to take her to Donnybrook Fair
And to buy her fine ribbons to tie up her hair
I offered to marry and to stay by her
made the darkness bright
Greater lights to rule by day
Lesser tights to rule by night.
Nothing or no one can change them
Adjust or even rearrange them
In our
Minds eye
Certainty
All powerful
Beyond blindness and fear
Confident
Fused with vanity,
Arrogant
Propelled by scorn.
Foresight
creating
Love child, never meant to be (wait, wait, won't you wait now, hold on)
Love child, (scorn by) society
Love child, always second best
Love
licks his fingers and suffers Missy Bimbo's scorn
Circus town's been born
Oh, and a press roll drummer go, ballerina to-and-fro
Cartwheelin' up
licks his fingers and suffers Missy Bimbo's scorn
Circus town's been born
Oh, and a press roll drummer go, ballerina to-and-fro
Cartwheelin' up
born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort
creating
Love child, never meant to be (wait, wait, won't you wait now, hold on)
Love child, (scorn by) society
Love child, always second best
Love
Where are we supposed to go?
In a place of lies haunted by your shadow?
Everyone's trying to get out somehow
Finding blindly their path until now
Tormented by a reality of suffering
Dispossess this agony that binds me
Barely living, constant dread
Withering awaiting my lonesome end
Years
Justice is served by killing you!
Funeral games shall honor out fallen sons
Once free condemned to savage torture
Aristocrats sit high and watch
born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy
Comfort
Firmin, just a brief reminder
My salary has not been paid
Send it care of the ghost by return of post
P.T.O.: no one likes a debtor
So it's better if my
Babe was born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
(Oh, tidings of comfort
Jewry,
This blessed Babe was born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
(O tidings
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