Garbage Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Born In A Burial Gown Lyrics

Sibilant and macabre 

Walpurgis sauntered in 

Skies litten with five-pointed stars 

The work of crafts surpassing sin 

As She graced Her window ledge 

- An orphaned gypsy nymph 

This issue of the forest's bed 

Skin flushed with sipped absinthe - 

Her eyes revealed, as Brocken's peak 

Tried once concealing Hell 

A snow white line of divine freaks 

In riot, where they fell... 

The circus lurches in, a ring of promised delight 

For seven days and seven festival nights 

What wicked wonders lie within the comfines 

Of the panther's den 

She watches from a maypole, on the rip of Her tongue 

The restless spirit of Christmas to come 

A Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumb 

Than gingerbread men 

Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial 

She was the light of the world going down 

War-torn, forlorn and malarial 

She was found 

Born in a burial gown 

Unloosed, the chain of Her god-given cross 

Seduced, now pagan ribbons swathe Her repose 

In a carnival of souls sold and similarly lost 

Too many decades misfit and mislaid 

In innocence, a tender legend of prey 

Parades Her second coming, now they're running afraid 

Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial 

She was the light of the world going down 

War-torn, forlorn and malarial 

She was found 

Born in a burial gown 

Now She moves with a predator's guile 

Beyond the firelit circle of life 

She soothes your cold heart for a while 

Then matches its beat, synching in with a knife 

She wrestles Her dreams with a delicate case 

Espied by Her cross on the wall 

And should She awake, through embrace or mistake 

She would take Jesus 

Bless foot forward and all... 

Sibiliant and at last 

The circus crawled away 

With another lover in its arms 

Dancing on Her grave...