Teksty piosenek Cherry Poppin' Daddies

Cherry Poppin' Daddies

Bleeding Ceremony

I was taught to always be nice so I open doors on impulse

Always make room on the sidewalk though I notice no one else does

They just plow through knocking you down

With a smug look on their faces

So I stay home writing my songs in my fantasy oasis

Would it be out of line

To spend the rest of my life in my head?

While I'm running my thumb all along on a razor's edge?

Getting warm in the tub while I'm watching the clouds

Of the blood I spread

But I never said

What I wanted to say

What I wanted to say

What I wanted to say

What I wanted to say

Was DROP DEAD.

I'm a loner, like or not. A Marat. Inside I'm lonely

Purified my masochism in a bleeding ceremony

Light a candle, open my hand, and I'll end retaliations

From the dog pack cowardice here in the gauchest of the nations

Would it be too benign

To spend the rest of my time in my head?

Am I hurting myself to remember? Like Orson's sled?

I've been waiting so long for the words to this song

I bet I bleed to death

But I never said

What I wanted to say

What I wanted to say

What I wanted to say

What I wanted to say

Was DROP DEAD.

Now I hope that magically I will emerge back into life

Even though I'm vanishing now in a hemlock bath of wine

Become a hero swinging my sword in a bloody ancient world

And leave the life here ruined by guilt where they need to thin the herd

DROP DEAD.

Was what I wanted to say

What I wanted to say

Was DROP DEAD.

What I wanted to say

What I wanted to say

Was DROP DEAD.

What I wanted to say

What I wanted to say

What I wanted to say...