William Patrick Corgan – Cri De Coeur lyrics

Close the door, turn out the lights
Savants the pill box, please
A man’s overboard without dreams
While the actors sleep induced
And the artist’s bow draws down

Turn the dile, your amulets
For the prince of silence change
Is carriage wept by with all the trappings
Of death and saints

I’m bailing chill, I’m shucking trust
And finding dawn and dusk
Satan’s in the mangers of Troy
I’m bailing chill, I’m shucking trust
And finding dawn and dusk
But only kings and queens may skip the void
It’s a disaster that fi-yi-ire
I’ll tend these pyres for you
And poor William
He’s in the poorhouse with cagey souls

Take the pledge of the rodeo
A mutter shelter thee
And mothers pray for tide the leave of man
As we’ll come to understand them
A gerrymandering brought them free

Adapted eyes and they’re sanctified
In monographs and in jives
Stand upon the alter
For an umpteenth of the past and due flame

Shake bosom brave illumine mine
So spin it fine in crepe
Your paper children haven’t atomized
Shake bosom brave illumine mine
So spin it fine in crepe
Your paper children haven’t atomized

It’s a disaster that fi-yi-ire
I’ll tend these pyres for you
And poor William
He’s in the poor house
With the red light souls

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