Things You Love Me For - Marc Almond, Foetus

I was dragging your face around the floor

Somebody’s boot heel in your mouth

Scars of cigarettes buds on your tongue

These are the things you loved me for

Found a young boy down by the dockside

Lying half-in

Half-out of the water

Had a leather facing nailed to his head

Left his little soul away

Back in that bed

Jesus loves all little children (x2)

I broke a large bottle on the edge of your cranium

You stared there

Smiling at eyes of oblivion

I sent you down to spending your damn deliria

When you began screaming

I spat in your mouth

I kissed you so tenderly

Thinking about

Yes, these are the things you loved me for

These are the things you loved me for

But God will never see you in the bowels of the building

For the ever righteous angel will know what your feeling

He’ll find you

Seek you nevertheless

Running petroleum all over your legs

The hymn that he sing won’t be forgiveness

The hymn that he sing won’t be of love

Angels are immune to love and desire

You reach down slowly to the gut of the fire

The smell of the sin (x3)

The smell of the glory

These are the things you loved me for (x5)