Venus in Chrome Songtext
von Chris Robinson Brotherhood

These poems are dirty
And the philosopher is stoned
(He′s not alone)
The goddess is hungry
Oh, but her priest, he will not come
(He's had his fun)


Birch, rowan, ash, and oak
Molten words out of silver throats
Feast or famine, fight or flee
Peasants, pheasants
And the devil makes three

Oh, Venus in chrome, where did you go (Ahhh)
How you could leave now that I know (Ahhh)
So cruel to give and take away (Ahhh)
Appear from this flame and always stay

Nomad is sleepin′
While worms whisper in the dark
(It's of you they talk)
The library is bleedin'
There is no time for last remarks
(So let the panic start)