Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Formidable Marinade, artist - Amanda Palmer. Date of issue: 17.03.2013
Song language: English
Formidable Marinade |
| I have seen you in the Turkish baths |
| I didn’t know whether to cry or laugh |
| Nakedness has a sweet, sweet smell |
| Which sends me down to the pits of hell |
| The steam, that rises form the water |
| Tells me you’re satan’s daughter |
| If I am the devil’s son |
| Then into the darkness we should run |
| If sodomy is not just for animals |
| Human flesh, is not just for cannibals |
| I’ll feast on your body if you’ll feast on mine |
| 'Cause blood is thicker, and redder than wine |
| Oh, lay ourselves out, upon the table |
| Ravish each other 'till we’re no longer able |
| When juices mix in the heat of the fray |
| It’ll make a formidable marinade |
| If I put my hand in Pandora’s box |
| And I was smitten by a deathly pox |
| If I was a leper or the warts on a toe |
| Would you think well of me, when I go |
| If I wrote my name with a razorblade |
| In the palm of your hand, would it still fade? |
| If I kissed your lips would you think it wrong |
| Or would you come along with me |
| If sodomy is not just for animals |
| Human flesh, is not just for cannibals |
| I’ll feast on your body if you’ll feast on mine |
| 'Cause blood is thicker, and redder than wine |
| Oh, lay ourselves out, upon the table |
| Ravish each other 'till we’re no longer able |
| When juices mix in the heat of the fray |
| It’ll make a formidable marinade |
| I’ll roast you on the spit like a fatted calf |
| When you’re done I’ll split your body in half |
| Climb into your redenned core |
| Curl up tight, and close the door |
| In your body I’ll dream of things |
| Like geese and mustard |
| Cabbages and kings |
| Thermos full of chocolate sauce |
| And men who live on only remorse |
| If sodomy is not just for animals |
| Human flesh, is not just for cannibals |
| I’ll feast on your body if you’ll feast on mine |
| 'Cause blood is thicker, and redder than wine |
| Oh, lay ourselves out, upon the table |
| Ravish each other 'till we’re no longer able |
| When juices mix in the heat of the fray |
| It’ll make a formidable marinade |