Holy shamoly said the priest to the girl
As he wrapped his arms around her
And his guts became her world
She said I cant take any more
No I cant take any more
And she could taste the christ
Breath the church
Smell the crucifixion
Of another fallen angel hooked up on false religion
Shes gotta hole for a soul
Shes gotta sad sad tale to tell
Shes gotta hole for a soul
Of being twisted in a living hell
Crikey moses he said with bottle in his hand
Fingers worn thin down to the bone
From working on the promised land
Fingers worn thin tattered and torn from scratching
All this blood and sand
Said I cant take any more
No I cant take any more
He had a loving wife
Doting child
An englishmans castle for his home
Every mile stood this broken man
And every two stood this broken mans dream
Hes gotta hole for a soul
Hes gotta sad sad tale to tell
Hes gotta hole for a soul
Of being twisted in a living hell
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Holy shamoly said the priest to the girl
As he wrapped his arms around her
And his guts became her world
She said I cant take any more
No I cant take any more
And she could taste the christ
Breath the church
Smell the crucifixion
Of another fallen angel hooked up on false religion
Shes gotta hole for a soul
Shes gotta sad sad tale to tell
Shes gotta hole for a soul
Of being twisted in a living hell
Crikey moses he said with bottle in his hand
Fingers worn thin down to the bone
From working on the promised land
Fingers worn thin tattered and torn from scratching
All this blood and sand
Said I cant take any more
No I cant take any more
He had a loving wife
Doting child
An englishmans castle for his home
Every mile stood this broken man
And every two stood this broken mans dream
Hes gotta hole for a soul
Hes gotta sad sad tale to tell
Hes gotta hole for a soul
Of being twisted in a living hell
As he wrapped his arms around her
And his guts became her world
She said I cant take any more
No I cant take any more
And she could taste the christ
Breath the church
Smell the crucifixion
Of another fallen angel hooked up on false religion
Shes gotta hole for a soul
Shes gotta sad sad tale to tell
Shes gotta hole for a soul
Of being twisted in a living hell
Crikey moses he said with bottle in his hand
Fingers worn thin down to the bone
From working on the promised land
Fingers worn thin tattered and torn from scratching
All this blood and sand
Said I cant take any more
No I cant take any more
He had a loving wife
Doting child
An englishmans castle for his home
Every mile stood this broken man
And every two stood this broken mans dream
Hes gotta hole for a soul
Hes gotta sad sad tale to tell
Hes gotta hole for a soul
Of being twisted in a living hell
Writer: MARK YATES, ANTHONY DAVID WRIGHT, LEIGH MARKLEW, IAN SHUTTLEWORTH
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, ST MUSIC LLC, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, ST MUSIC LLC, BMG Rights Management