Lyrics Phillyphile - The House Of Love

Phillyphile

Hail the clown
And crash the car
Load the gun
Then carry on
You saw it here
Then disappeared
Right up the crack
And in again
With cellophane
Go cover up your eyes
Hurry now!
I love your mouth;
I love surgery
Not just chemistry
Don’t say you care
When I touch you there
It’s your dresser now
That’s calling out
The glory in your eyes
Is suicide
Your feeling for the cult
Is in my eyes
Call out the cops
Mop up the blood
Up with the sheep
And down with the lambs
For you
Sail on the sea
But give me the wheel
Your culture’s too young
You’re just not
The same as me
You give
And what you get
Is one long silence
And I love it
When you please me;
But that’s so easy
When your feeling for the cult
Is in my eyes
Barry Moore and Donna Day
Are body bound — a heavy scene
Lebanese and China doll;
A philly phile, inside of me
You’ll peel and sever love
For evermore
But your feelings
For the cult
Are in my mind
And in my eyes