Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dancehall, artist - William Patrick Corgan. Album song Cotillions, in the genre АльтернативаDate of issue: 21.11.2019
Record label: Martha's
Song language: English
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 |