Phillyphile - The House Of Love

Hail the clown

And crash the car

Load the gun

Then carry on

You saw it here

Then disappeared

Right up the crack

And in again

With cellophane

Go cover up your eyes

Hurry now!

I love your mouth;

I love surgery

Not just chemistry

Don’t say you care

When I touch you there

It’s your dresser now

That’s calling out

The glory in your eyes

Is suicide

Your feeling for the cult

Is in my eyes

Call out the cops

Mop up the blood

Up with the sheep

And down with the lambs

For you

Sail on the sea

But give me the wheel

Your culture’s too young

You’re just not

The same as me

You give

And what you get

Is one long silence

And I love it

When you please me;

But that’s so easy

When your feeling for the cult

Is in my eyes

Barry Moore and Donna Day

Are body bound — a heavy scene

Lebanese and China doll;

A philly phile, inside of me

You’ll peel and sever love

For evermore

But your feelings

For the cult

Are in my mind

And in my eyes