Bring Your Daughter... ...to The Slaughter Lyrics

Bring Your Daughter... ...to The Slaughter

(Dickinson)

honey its getting close to midnight
and all the myths are
in town
true love and lipstick on your linen
bite the pillow make no
sound
if there's some living to be done
before your life becomes your
tomb
you'd better know that i'm the one
so unchain your back door invite
me around

honey its getting close to daybreadk
the sun is creeping in
the sky
no patent remedies for heartache
just empty words and humble
pie

so get down on your kneees honey
assume an attitude
you just
pray that i'll be waiting
cos you know i'm coming soon

so pick up
your foolish pride,no going back
no where,no way,no place to
hide

bring your daughter,bring your daughter to the slaughter
let her
go,let her go,let her go