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5 star grave – ain’t that saint lyrics


she’s riding fast on the miracle lane
5 inches heels and a bottle of ale
she’s going down with the devil tonight
holding her breath for the very last time

my living fire, my alibi
you want me, you need me
my razor queen, my guillotine
you hold me, you k!ll me

ain’t too despicable god that i worship her lips
more than scars & thorns of your sole precious son?
i don’t need the body of christ or your funeral culture
’cause all of my sins are conceived in the fire

l.a. look and a porcelain skin
this baby angel’s got a devil within
she lights the candle and continues to grind
and won’t be over till the end of the night