Pop Crimes-Various Artists/Rowland S. Howard

Are you Stalin's secret daughter? Did you murder history? Your twin pals, genocide and slaughter, were born on Calvary When all the good got good and gone And all the bad broke free A sock-puppet government left to it's own device The hand that used to hold my hand has grown bored of its delights I guess that I won't see you tomorrow On this, our planet of perpetual sorrows Pop crimes These were pop crimes These were pop crimes These were pop crimes It was a pop crime This was a pop crime The Catholic church cannot verify that there's a single soul in hell It's just a wasteland of adversity devoid of all but the sound of wedding bells From this vast expanse of nothing Nothing good will come of this But the hole in the zero And an open-heart-surgery kiss This was a pop crime It was a pop crime This was a pop crime It was a pop crime It was a pop crime This was a pop crime Did you go down with the Gorgons? Is that why you turned to stone? Or was that state reserved for me, for me and me alone? Does the hissing of their coiffured snakes desiccate your soul? This was a pop crime It was a pop crime