death dance thirteen
Looking for address, death dance thirteen.
Special request from an itinerant queen.
Walking on streets, knocking on doors.
Turning down treats from drop dead whores.
How many streets, how many doors?
What is it that I’m looking for?
Looking for address, death dance thirteen.
Who’s leading and who’s following don’t
Matter to the queen.
Frankenstein’s stitches bursting at the seams.
Devil’s riches are buried in screams.
How many streets, how many doors?
Imagine the conceit of one who explores.
Looking for address, death dance thirteen.
I want to rest but not with that queen.
This could be it, but I need to ask.
Recognition is a thing of the past.
How many streets, how many doors?
Feels like what’s mine is yours?
Looking for address, death dance thirteen.
You transgress on the request of the queen.
The plague’s in the wind, don’t dare breathe.
I can’t stay and I can’t leave.
How many streets, how many doors?
It don’t pay to care any more.
How many streets, how many doors?
Just what is it that I am looking for?