Genre: Classic Rock/Pop
Main Instruments: Electric guitar, trumpet, saxophone, drums, bass, keyboard
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Oh, honey...
A moth in the flame
Plays a dangerous game
Seeking golden arches,
It falls to its demise
Its wings peel into ashes
Never to fly again
It lowers its pretty lashes
And sucked into the evil of the land
This is the natural way!
The natural way, my dear
Don't you ever forget that
For every hero and their shiny rears
Are really all just twats, aren't they? (Mumbles, distracted)
Oh, yes! Where was I...
A mouse in its trap
Grows weary and fat
As the cat prowls closer
And that's just that!
These are the cruel beginnings of the world
My princess, my dear, naivete within your fist curled
The might of a beast in your heart,
But a beast can easily be marred!
(Dramatic laugh)
Oh how this is fun!
You are my student,
My shining sun...
If I were you I'd run. (Tune grows louder and she sings along, swaying carelessly)
Moths belong in flames
Just like mice in their traps
These aren't my aims
This is just me not giving a c**p
Birds feathers are plucked
And made for my meal
They're f**ked
But this was the deal
This is the natural way of life!
The natural way, darling
Don't you ever forget that
It may seem so alarming
But you're a mouse and I, a starved cat
The natural way of life!
Oh how dreary, so dull
But I can make it rife
Until your bellies are full
A little contract is all it can take
A single drop of fresh blood
Soon, you will wake
I hate to break it to you, honey
It's also going to cost you some money (cha-ching!)
Oh don't give me those eyes,
Don't cry, don't run
No one ever dies
Having a little bit of fun (ha! ha!)
This is the natural way
Of
LIFE!
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Rose-Coloured Glasses - Songs & Ballads
General FictionA MAD Collection of Mad Poet Songs & Ballads
