William Patrick Corgan – Dancehall lyrics

Clementine, the sights you saw

Let's profligate, return this [Song?]
At eighty-two, the dance-halls all but gone
The dancing of [Towers Of stone?]
'cause they used to know 'bout more

Oh, monkeyshines that bones will grind
And violent times with violet eyes that pale
Monkeyshines that bones will grind
And violent times with violet eyes that pale

It's a trail of tears from here, to knows when
She drips with [?] and unmade sense
She [?] with ghosts of the lovers we commence
So slays the Mandarin in the house of a son

Oh, monkeyshines that bones will grind
And violent times with violet eyes that pale
Monkeyshines that bones will grind
And violent times with violet eyes that pale

The [Cyanotypes] that trust
If I could hold that scimitar above our heads
Go down where they rest, [Mama?]
'cause they used to know we belonged

[?], soft lips
When it's for true love, it's none the less
So peel back an orange if you wanna taste what's next
Since love [?] feathers a nest, with a [?] and lament

Oh, monkeyshines that bones will grind
And violent times with violet eyes that pale
Monkeyshines that bones will grind
And violent times with violet eyes that pale

Monkeyshines that bones will grind
And violent times with violet eyes that pale
Monkeyshines that bones will grind
And violent times with violet eyes that pale

Go down where they rest, [Mama?]
'cause they used to know we belonged