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Chorus And The Ring - Lyrics by Rem


Lyrics
Hey there now young Willy

Swing alone, quote the scriptures

Keep them guessing which bed you crawled from

Justify, just deny

Was it fun?

Your time has come

What have you done?

What have you done?


That's when the insults start to sting

You can't remember anything

The chorus chiming

Every chorus the machine of god

Is singin'.


It's the poison that it measures

Brings illuminating vision

It's the knowing with a wink

That we expect in Southern women

It's the wolf that knows which sheep to dip to save itself

It's the octopus that crawled back to the sea.


That's when the insults start to sting

You can't remember anything

The chorus chiming

Every chorus the machine of god

Hey.....


Hammered shooting plywood in the backyard

Laughin' 'cause the racket makes the blackbird sing

Like the holy terror

Suck the marrow from the bone

Singe, you're always burning books

You got the chorus and the ring


That's when the insults start to sting

You can't remember anything

The chorus chiming

Every chorus the machine sings.


That's when the insults start to sting

You can't remember anything

The chorus chiming

Every chorus the machine sings.


That's when the calibration brittle

As a stick hits you, the gold ring and the time museum

Cheaper than a link of gold rings

Gold ring.

Sing, sing, sing, sing.