The Indelicates

I saw my revolution sold to a priest I saw the men of reason bow down to the east And oh, it's better to know Oh, it's better to know. The truth can make you bitter Even while it sets you free The truth's a hauting daunting mistress She ain't been go

Hey girls, let's see if we can bring out the rapists in the new men Hey girls, it's the comfort of the only halfway human The power bought for the clawing self in the serpent's subtle deals It may be fleeting but my God the way it feels And I love yo

You and I, we're the same as each other Can't stand to think we're the same as each other So come over to mine and we'll drink some beer Get on a bus and get the fuck out of here Follow a star to a new messiah Slit his throat for the good of the unbo

The Indelicates - Ill Artist: The Indelicates Album: Songs For Swinging Lovers You got sweethearts, you got pressures You've got starlight, and pretty wishes You got sisters who sing on the radio And vessels to possess on the radio Your sex is a sick