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Tell me who's that writin', John the Revelator
Tell me who's that writin', John the Revelator
Tell me who's that writin', John the Revelator
Wrote the book of the seven seals

You know God walked down in the cool of the day
Called Adam by his name
And he refused to answer

Not sure if I can bear wardrobes full of your shoes,
Pillows covered with your hair, my head filled with booze,
But you're so soft with such a lovely face.
I love it when you talk like a gorgeous angel,
But if you do it while I play my Forest Rangers,
I'll take a knife and cut your lovely face.

Don't mess with my blues, little pretty slut,

After multiple sunstrokes,
After the leaffall of regrets
December again
Will give you an icicle backstab.

Cut my veins with snowflakes,
Burn my eyes with bright white,
Smash my heart till the ice breaks,