sisyphus
King is asking for my eyes
King is waiting for my legs
There is nothing I want more
Lying prostrate to his will
Like a trembling usurped town
Begging to be overthrown
I put all my trust in you
To embattle and abuse
And I'm shaking in every joint
Ever chaste except for king
Let him rip my clothes and ravish me
There's nothing king ever should be without
(chorus)
Rolling rocks under lids gone red
More and more
But my new pleasure's not quite dead
Only love
Feeling sorry for my eyes
Dried open servile-wide
But there's nothing I won't do
I put all my trust in you
I've been faithful, I've been true
And my fire has only grown
What if this were my last night
Bend and break my soul and ravage me
There's no thinking I'll ever be the same
(chorus)
... War is oft feeding oft my girl
Keeping oft teeming stars inside
War is oft feeding oft my girl
More and more
(bridge)
(chorus)
... War is oft feeding oft my girl
Keeping oft teeming stars inside
War is oft feeding oft my girl
More and more
More and more
More and more
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Written by Rory Dyck
copyright © 1997 SOCAN
Pam Brennan - Vocals, Percussion, Keyboards
Rory Dyck - Vocals, Guitars
Ari Tapiero - Drums, Percussion
Stuart Watkins - Bass, Vocals
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