Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Prick! Goes the Scorpion's Tale , by - Emilie Autumn. Release date: 31.01.2015
Song language: English
Prick! Goes the Scorpion's Tale |
| Black, black is love’s potion |
| We drink, we drink from its well |
| And in their name, let’s drink to true love |
| For a toad and a scorpion fell |
| Yes, in their name, let’s drink to true love |
| For true love can break the spell (for true love can break the spell) |
| Awake from your dream, frog maiden |
| Skin green as the emerald sea |
| Let me tell you a tale of a love that did fail |
| Prick, prick, prick! |
| Goes the scorpion’s tail |
| She blushed as she walked by the water |
| Having known him the evening before |
| She liked how he spoke, but aware of his poke |
| Prick, prick, prick! |
| Goes the scorpion’s tail |
| Oh love, it is foolish and green, my love |
| How quickly we forget the sting, my love |
| What a pretty and dangerous line, my love |
| What bitter yet delicious wine, my love |
| With a prick of his prick he surprised her |
| Shell red as the rose in his teeth |
| «Fair maiden, join me. |
| Let us ride out to sea» |
| Prick, prick, prick! |
| Goes the scorpion’s tail |
| She pondered if his love was poison |
| But he pricked her so gently she swooned |
| His words were like wine as their fates intertwined |
| Prick, prick, prick! |
| Goes the scorpion’s tail |
| Oh love, it is foolish and green, my love |
| How quickly we forget the sting, my love |
| What a pretty and dangerous line, my love |
| What bitter yet delicious wine, my love |
| She offered her back like He climbed and they swam out to sea |
| She stroked at she smiled, and his stinger went wild |
| Prick! |
| Prick! |
| Prick! |
| Prick! |
| Prick! |
| Prick! |
| Prick! |
| Prick! |
| Prick! |
| Prick! |
| Prick! |
| Goes the scorpions tail |
| Black, black is love’s potion |
| Take heed, take heed of the thorns |
| Don’t spring when it stings |
| Remember that you were warned. |
| Come |
| Drink! |
| Drink! |
| Drink! |
| Drink! |
| Drink! |
| Drink! |
| Drink! |
| Drink! |
| Drink! |
| Drink! |
| Drink! |
| Drink! |
| Drink! |
| Drink! |
| Drink! |
| Drink! |
| Drink! |
| Drink! |
| Drink! |
| A cup of my scorn! |