Lyrics Dancehall - William Patrick Corgan

Dancehall

Clementine, the sights you solve
It’s profligates return this saw
A native to the dance halls of the Gaul
Where dancing absolves us all
'Cause they used to know my old Ma
Monkeyshines, their bones will grind
In violent times with violet eyes that pale
Monkeyshines their bones will grind
In violent times with violet eyes that pale
It’s a trail of tears from here knows when
She dripped with birch and unmade scent
Shod lean with ghost’s of her lovers weak amends
So slays the mandarin in the house of a sun
Monkeyshines their bones will grind
In violent times with violet eyes that pale
Monkeyshines, their bones will grind
In violent times with violet eyes that pale
As Cyanotypes, the trollops fight
To hold their scimitar above our heads
Oh, down where they rest with my old Ma
'Cause they used to know where we belong
Dardanelle, skip Misselette
When this faun’s in love it’s nonetheless
So peel back an orange
If you want to taste what’s next
Since laudanum feathers our nest
With a salt mass hop and lament
Monkeyshines, their bones will grind
In violent times with violet eyes that pale
Monkeyshines, their bones will grind
In violent times with violet eyes that pale
Monkeyshines, their bones will grind
In violent times with violet eyes that pale
Monkeyshines, their bones will grind
In violent times with violet eyes that pale
Oh, down where they rest with my old Ma
'Cause they used to know where we belong