Wall of Doubt
To declare on everybody
A black sign of Beast
When furious Beast will wait
Till His hout comes
Brother his own brother will kill
Alive Antichrist' alive
That's enchanted hour
The world was changed into waste'
Into waste
Who will stop His way
That one will choke with one's blood
And He'll rule over the world
And the world will stumble
And source of war
Will carry off the rest lives
Alive Antichrist' Alive
That's enchanted hour
The world was changed into waste'
Into waste
Satan, or
Cotton Alley
[ music: John Lombardo/lyric: Natalie Merchant ]
one time
you made me cry
be proud that I
remember
my chin is sore
the bruise is gone
but the spot is tender
gave my hand a sister coy
to Cotton Alley where
you did enjoy
your wicked games
you curious boy
tied my laces up together
when I fell
you laughed
until your belly was sore
in the brick laid aisle behind
the five and dime store
that's how
I made you blush
but doubt if you
remember
were my tears genuine
or those of a skilled
pretender
nothing precious
plain to see
don't make a fuss over me
not loud
not soft
but somewhere in between
say sorry
let it be
the word you mean
I was a little pest who
never took a hint
could never
take a hint
you pinched my fingers
in a door
tossed my coloring book in a
rusty barrel
pulled spiders from my hair
fingers in the door
my favorite blue blouse
stained on the back
running from a berry war
can you hear me scream
in Cotton Alley
scream in Cotton Alley
in Cotton Alley