Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song One Day My Prince Will Come, artist - Sopor Aeternus & The Ensemble Of Shadows. Album song Have You Seen This Ghost?, in the genre
Date of issue: 11.08.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Apocalyptic Vision
Song language: English
One Day My Prince Will Come |
I know one day my prince will come, |
no need for him to be well hung. |
He will have other qualities, |
some of which you’ve never seen before. |
I struggled in my girlish mind |
trying so hard to dream up my own Mister Right, |
but not a single vision ever came to me, |
such is the love that is not meant to be… |
Oh, illusive amphibian, in on a poisonous scheme, |
in his invitrious house dwells the old sham of a beast. |
Beware, the walls are made of glass, |
yes, all here imitates life, |
and the symptoms of your sadness |
are the key to this place. |
There are two precious holes left in the transparent lid: |
once in a gesture of hope |
glued to the barrel’s sharpest edge: |
The larger one of the tunnels |
allows the channelled waters to flow, |
because the other one’s the exit-door |
where the air comes and goes. |
The bubbles of the spectacle |
unfold their magic, obscene. |
The offered rivers all turn lethal |
as the large toad disappears; |
through veils of sickest transformation |
the boldest of all gestures is born: |
the miniature of a prince appears, |
and he’s dancing on the crystal floor! |
It is imperative now to empty your bladder and bowels, |
in only three glorious days |
the prince stretches and grows. |
All to his pre-destined size, |
bearing love’s promise of life …- |
through the disease of a toy we face our secret desire. |
I know one day my prince will come, |
no need for him to be well hung. |
He will have other qualities, |
some of which you’ve never seen before. |
I struggled in my girlish mind |
trying so hard to dream up my own Mister Right, |
but not a single vision ever came to me, |
as I was polishing the armoury… |
Gone is all fragile beauty |
the good fairies have called, |
once the tide of the fourth day washes over the shores. |
Grown into arduous angles, all distorted and wrong, |
so grotesque beyond comprehension |
a royal dick tries to come. |