Seven Deadly Sins
Ever felt that you've been lied
And somehow you just can't provide the proof
Ever felt you're cast aside
And sheltered from the universal truth
Ever find when trouble calls you're first in line
And stick your finger in
Everybody's talking 'bout 7 deadly sins
Number one says drop the gun
There's nothing out there that's worth dying for
And number two that's me and you
I'm green inside and jealous to the core
Number three fidelity I've lost the path
And I'd better start again
This thing's got a strange mystique
The 7 deadly sins
This thing's got the whole world beat
7 deadly sins
I can hear them calling out
I can hear them screaming out
Blood is sweet like a deep red river
And where it goes I don't know
You make me sweat
And you make me shiver
Where it goes I don't know
If you've got sticky fingers
You got dreams that linger running through your brain
Well vanity's the flying "V"
Desire is the one who gets the blame
If you're looking for a goldmine
When all around you seems be tin
I'm not superstitious 'bout the 7 deadly sins
Everybody's calling out 7 deadly sins
Everybody's dreamin' 'bout 7 deadly sins
Written by : Kerr/Burchill Reproduced Without Permission
Art Of Facts
pale hand gripping my pen.
Rounding up to the zero, adding infinite fractions,
letting nine become ten.
Two pink doves strut the shingles
picking crumbs from the breakfast I saved
for you dear. And I wish you were here
on this postcard day.
Focus on the fine indeterminate line
where the sky meets the sea.
Desperate midweek words, banal and absurd
freely flow out of me.
Well, I may be a hostage to summer
but I'm a hostage, not a slave.
And I'm clear that I wish you were here
on th