Lyrics Rusty Trombone - St. Christopher Chamber Orchestra, Colours of Bubbles

Rusty Trombone

Eyes of a snake
Skin’s the sharpest blade
Burning hair
Death is in her veins
Owls and wolves
Alongside her
Mountain dunes
Highest ocean waves
Darkest woods
Deep abandoned caves
No one’s ever found
No one’s ever seen her trace
Feeling of guilt
Lies deep in her blood
Heart of stone
Burried in the cold
She never sleeps
She’s not of the human race
A hundred men
Couldn’t bring her down
The Holy Grail
Wouldn’t stop her from
Sowing death
I won’t be one of them
Go go fighting
My soul is my weakness
No more lying
No more fiction
Go go fighting
My soul is my weakness
No more lying
No more fiction
Go go fighting
My soul is my weakness
No more lying
No more fiction
Go go fighting
My soul is my weakness
No more lying
No more fiction
Go go fighting
My soul is my weakness
No more lying
No more fiction
Get on your knees — bitch
For the rusty trombone