The Hazards of Wishing Wells Songtext
von Nosfell

I dipped my fingers in the holy font
Made the sign of the cross
Tiptoed across the slate floor to the virgin statue
Her waxen face was looking up as I went down on my knees
She stood with bare feet crushing a serpent
I said you had your way with me but now I feel too lame to choose between the lifer and the Moon
And the aisle turned into the spine of my freakiest nightmare
It gibbered and threw hissy fits at my face as her vixen′s feet were slightly crushing my hand...
(the kid to himself)
don't look up! Or you′ll be blinded by the light
(the statue)
"Child you've been told to sell the saints for the dead the saints for the dead
The saints for the dead
Or you might be just a dead ringer for the dead
Will you be our guest"
I pushed myself out on my bike to feel the warm kiss of the Sun
Chasing a herd of clouds across my teen twisted soul
When all this is over should I go back home?
(the kid to the girl)
You said it's all about the details


But I′ve been told that′s where the devil lays
I loved you then but I knew we had to drive far
'Cause we′d rather know the worst than wonder why
When people leave, we are so mysterious
You left and said I want to see us through the worst
Drastically doomed and bewildered
Sadistic boom you triggered
Pussyfooting on shifting sands
Think we had enough practice now let's dive in and see who′s under the spell!
(the girl)
don't look up! Or you′ll be blinded by the light
(the voice from the sands)
"That was your oath you sell the saints for the dead
The saints for the dead the saints for the dead
Or you might be just a dead ringer for the dead
Will you be our guest"
(the kid to the girl)
"I slipped inside your car
Arms stretched around my bones
Ankles cold to the dream
Of a collapsing moon
I'll show a miracle to your eyes when I wake up tomorrow
But the colliding other pulled me out
Naked in your street..."
So I gave in and sold the saints for the dead