Song Length |
2:37 |
Genre |
Rock - Alternative, Unique - Unclassified |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Gloomy, Sadistic |
Subject |
Lover, Anger |
Language |
English |
Lyrics
Roll my daddy in a velvet robe and put him in the ground cause he is gone and he won,t be comming back. I don,t score for Marjorie Black. Put my daddy in sacred ground. I go somewhere and I sing real loud while the pain runs down my back and I won,t score for Marjorie Black. If Marjorie Black were the only game in town I wouldn,t play. I could chain her to the wall and roll her eyes around any day. Put my brother in a catholic urn and scream real loud that the dead won,t burn and call me when he comes back and I still won,t score for Marjorie Black. If Marjorie Black were the only game in town I wouldn,t play. I could chain her to the wall and roll her eyes around any day, so put my woman on a south bound train and shoot fourty units in her helpless vain and dynamite the railroad track and I still won,t score for Marjorie Black.