lowlife (uk) – wicked papa tantalus lyrics
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to be the son of a god and to sit
and to read at the table
and drink the sweet wine
and listen to them speak
all the time to call what’s to be
and to tell your stories
and then let you choke on the truth
could he clear his throat
he could cook his son
he cooked his son
they touched his wicked [?] and they took
and they [?] and they stood there
up to his neck in drink
to make him think
of the heavenly fruit
he would reach
and thus pool to remind him
that he’ll forever choke on his son
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