Butcheress - Rabbitology.mp3

[00:00.00] 作曲 : Natalie Timmerman
[00:00.15]Agnus Dei, he made and ate of me
[00:19.17]This church
[00:22.47]It was once a barn, they say
[00:25.47]Perfume of myrrh
[00:28.71]And swine manure forever curse this place
[00:32.49]When church bells chime
[00:36.48]They rattle loose rooster plumes and hay
[00:39.51]Proving you can sure as hell try
[00:41.67]But your past never scrubs away
[00:45.00]God birthed me cursed
[00:46.23]So I asked the Father how I could be saved, he said
[00:49.95]“He birthed you perfect, for God makes no mistakes
[00:57.78]But to the farmer’s daughter
[01:00.66]My heart is tethered, and I think we’re soulmates"
[01:03.99]So in the same breath, he said
[01:05.82]“Then you better repent every day”
[01:11.13]I made myself my
[01:14.16]I made myself my butcheress
[01:15.06]Wiping blood down the front of my nice white dress
[01:23.64]Took a cleaver, carved my heart out
[01:26.88]For a taste of claimed saintliness
[01:27.72]At the hand of a holy man who never fully gave a damn
[01:35.34]I became a butcheress
[01:36.39]Had I different skin, I’d get to pickin’ her cornflower bouquets
[01:55.32]Or kissin’ in stables, bare backs scrapin’ ‘gainst hay
[02:02.52]But I’m no man, no butcher boy, just flesh and blood and shame
[02:07.92]So I take a meat hammer and bash my legs ‘till I forget her name
[02:15.15]I made myself my
[02:18.15]I made myself my butcheress
[02:19.23]Wiping blood down the front of my nice white dress
[02:27.27]Took a cleaver, carved my heart out
[02:30.87]For a taste of claimed saintliness
[02:31.71]At the hand of a holy man who never fully gave a damn
[02:39.33]I became a butcheress
[02:40.47]I pass the farmer’s daughter, on the way to work every dawn
[02:59.85]Between us hums our forgotten song of God
[03:08.31]If this church was once a barn, like they said
[03:09.18]Could this church ever be a barn again?
[03:12.15]Could a girl unlearn false cries to sin?
[03:15.24]Could a butcher shed her lamb’s bloodied skin?
[03:18.48]If this church was once a barn, like they said
[03:21.54]Could this church ever be a barn again?
[03:25.83]Could a girl unlearn false cries to sin?
[03:27.99]Could a butcher shed her lamb’s bloodied skin?
[03:30.63]Agnus Dei, he made and ate of me
[03:40.53]I made myself my
[03:41.55]I made myself my butcheress
[03:42.39]Wiping blood down the front of my nice white dress
[03:50.40]Took a cleaver, carved my heart out
[03:54.18]For a taste of claimed saintliness
[03:54.93]At the hand of a holy man who never fully gave a damn
[04:09.57]I became a butcheress