Petersburg, Liberty Theater, 1914 Lyrics

If when you call she comes for you: give your all, boy...
we shot the holes in the portable well:
and that's why your boyfriend tracked us
in the wastes that the demons of hell avoid as the road bendsSwan Lake - Petersburg, Liberty Theater, 1914 - http://motolyrics.com/swan-lake/petersburg-liberty-theater-1914-lyrics.html
and the pity of woman is the seed of our sainthood:
born from a slack din done blasted
done, by the archangel's light, "I hate your new boyfriend!"
we sow the songs the earth bears our wrong our pales wrongs all along!