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Mark Lenover - The Music Box | Lyrics
He kept her locked In his mother’s antique jewelry box And she’d always spin when he called Like a good little girl She’d remind him of his mother and The pin-up girls his
Mark Lenover - It Howls | Lyrics
It came up from the wetlands, under Waverly Hill It came, quiet and crazy, then it stood perfectly still It stunk of the tunnel, it stunk of dying too young It had ash on its eyelids
Mark Lenover - Mean Old Missus Schmidt | Lyrics
She showed up at her psychiatrist She blew her nose, and he looked delighted The tumours spilled out into her handkerchief The good doctor lit his pipe and grinned ‘Cause
Mark Lenover - The Girl in the Window | Lyrics
He writes as he tilts his head To catch the whispering, up with The hiss of tape recorders But there ain't nobody there Oh no, there ain't nobody there Then he goes
Mark Lenover - One in Six | Lyrics
He’d tell his mother how to Catch butterflies in plastic tubes To crush, crush, crush them into paste But now his neck-tie has him He scours the newspaper for clues About how
Mark Lenover - The Recital | Lyrics
Give us a proper taste of lunacy Stand up and give us a recital Tell us of your psychotic fever dreams Of sickness of the soul and survival Tell us all about degeneracy And
Mark Lenover - The Coup | Lyrics
It’s so dark, underground We’re drunk on Marx A dozen rounds plus one Come out with your hands up, or you die Throw your guns down and reach for the sky The chopping
Mark Lenover - The Hunger | Lyrics
Give us your daughters Bring us your sons We’ve got some graves to fill And a slaughterhouse to run You will curse our names Over and over and over and over again Follow
Mark Lenover - My Perfect Tragedy | Lyrics
When I was young there'd come a travelling geek show And from their crates the freaks would act out ancient tragedies And, though I longed to let them go Their cramped confinement