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chris connelly - spoonfed celeste lyrics

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[verse 1]
take me back to that sunday afternoon
a baptist in a sermon and celeste with a spoon
she told me that the choir was unrehe+rs+d
they pr+ck themselves with needles
the altar boys perverse

[chorus]
what’s in a family?
keep it in the family
salivating eyes
ready to make a meal of me

[verse 2]
uncle tom informs me he’s too scared to disrobe
a catholic, maybe; a drunk one, certainly
paul [?] rendering
my baby toys destroyed
celeste looking daggers
at the congregation’s joy

[chorus]
here comes my family
god forbid the family
they haunt me with their eyes
force fed with spoon
she came too soon
poor celeste
[verse 3]
and reaching up to choke the whiskey priest
the makings of a funeral where no one is deceased
celeste, she could contain herself no more
she stole me from my uncle’s arms
and headed for the door

[chorus]
looking down, she said to me
“welcome to the family”
the hunger in her eyes
wanting to make a meal of me

[verse 4]
the congregation passed me in a line
and opted for the alcoholic priest to pour the wine
it seemed to me celeste was trying to hide
[?] and a litany
and back into the night

[chorus]
“i’m not your mommy
this is not your family”
it hurt to have to lie
force fed with spoon
she came too soon
poor celeste

- chris connelly lyrics

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