Widowsucking Lyrics - Of Montreal

It is all so intense to the doll 

Only the worst of us, I ever have been 

I do one but he can't commit and it's not that cool 

To be one more away in your stable 

I'm wicked 'cause I have not peaked 

Your ugliest mind serves diseases, an addiction 

I sent you doves, they returned in shocks of charcoal 

Their song was sulfuric peals of anemic echo 

Made me proud that my treble was thin and plenty deformed 

A mean gnat cursed to call my own dead 

Mantis of a widowsucking 

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Sick, we harvested invectives against old friends 

Despite another hassle, the germs in frenetic clips 

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Feeding on estrous blues 

If it wasn't so lame, I would 

Give to you my true love 

The knot on the hex of the 7-0-6 

Rosy crucifixion