Lyrics

CATAMITE and CONCUBINE

Mary had a lamb
Its fleece was white as snow
And everywhere that Mary went
The Devil surely goes
With paramours and enticements deep inside the caves?

Mother - Tell your children not to play
With matches made from demon?s sulfur grey
While you lay drunk at the bottom of the stairs
Little boys say dirty things while the master is away

Vampyrs feed in forests of our backyard
Deflowering golden girls and childhood love
I can still taste the skin
I can still smell the sweat
Of musky-scented oil from his muscle-hardened flesh
His eyes were voided vacant
As he leered into our soul
I should have got her out of there
Instead of kissing her ?whole?
We are seared into his mind?forever and anon
He can have us anytime? He can have us anytime!

Mother - Tell your children not to play
With matches made from demon?s sulfur grey
While you lay drunk at the bottom of the stairs
Little boys say dirty things while the master is away
Catamite and Concubine
Little boys say dirty things while the master is away

3/11/07