formaldehyde Lyrics

A honey dipped heart, a waste of my breath

Particular grand assortment

Peculiar tune for no one but we

You cannot get 'round the doorman

We all know what it is you've done

You've ate our bread and drank our rum

And when you run I will catch up

You'll sing to me, the chosen one

Bohemian Grove, the no one's don't know

The victims of early morning

A nest of offense, a pocketed dream

A monolith of opinion

The fruit of the snake, the tree that grows true

The shadows of planes pass next to you

Pearlescent perfume, the grand assortment

Appears without any warning

We all know what it is you've done

You've ate our bread and drank our rum

And when you run I will catch up

You'll sing to me, the chosen one

We all know what it is you've done

You've ate our bread and drank our rum

And when you run I will catch up

You'll sing to me, the chosen one

We all know what it is you've done

You've ate our bread and drank our rum

And when you run I will catch up

You'll sing to me, the chosen one