Sweet Murder-The Blow Monkeys

Sweet Murder - The Blow Monkeys I met a little girl, Goddess was her name Put me in a cage, tied me to a tree Said 'you won't discover nothing 'bout me, baby If you treat me that way' These days of mine are less than sublime Sweet murder (Sweet murder) I am a man of means, given to extremes Whatever I feel I borrow or steal Anything I can to stop me falling, baby In your harbor of love Shipwrecked on the shores of your skin Sweet murder (Sweet murder) Ow! He who has no place of rest The ghostly painted face on my lover's breast Now that love is dead, me, I'm getting drunk It helps pass the time Can't you see that I miss you more than ever, baby (I miss you more than ever, baby) Just my gift from the gods I give you money, you give a bed Sweet murder (Sweet murder) Come cure me now (Come cure me now) Come cure me now (Come cure me now) Come cure me now (Come cure me now) Suffer for me now 'Cause Mother Nature don't disfigure Those that she favor These days of mine or less than sublime Sweet murder (Sweet murder) Bop, bop sh-lay la lay, bop sh-lay la lay Bop sh-lay la lay, bop sh-lay la lay Bop sh-lay la lay, hey, hey And I miss you more than ever, baby But I feel your disease Shipwrecked on the shores of your skin Sweet murder (Sweet murder)