Styled by Dr. Roberts Lyrics

	I'm going to pray for the cold, I'm going to pray not for
	Anything at all,
	I'm going to pray for the war, I'm going to pray that my dagger's not
	The first blade withheld
	And when that bird beaks its blood on my windowsill
	I know that I have been called.
	And the glory of economy,
	Is when your dwarf shall become a man,
	Woe to the night, woe to the night,
	Emaciated forester dancing in the moonlight,
	Dancing just to stave off the hunger�it's a hunger where
	You want to hit him in the ****ing knees,
	And then you hit him in the ****ing knees!
	Shooter! Shoot up! But you better watch your allocution.
	Shooter, shooter, shoot up! But Donna, you better
	Never turn your back on that dwarf, and:
	You better watch your allocution!
	Donna's got a right to be tired! She's been swamped in the kitchens
	Of a Dark Royalty,
	And if you love me! You'll know my heart
	Belongs to the shepherd
	Who has nursed his lord back from the tombs of a Dark Galilee,
	And if you know me now,
	Then I shall know you now,
	I SHALL KNOW YOU BY THE LIGHT ON YOUR FACE,
	I SHALL KNOW YOU BY THE LIGHT COMING OUT OF YOUR FACE

	I' m going to pray for the cold, I' m going to pray not for
	Anything at all,
	I' m going to pray for the war, I' m going to pray that my dagger' s not
	The first blade withheld
	And when that bird beaks its blood on my windowsill
	I know that I have been called.
	And the glory of economy,
	Is when your dwarf shall become a man,
	Woe to the night, woe to the night,
	Emaciated forester dancing in the moonlight,
	Dancing just to stave off the hunger it' s a hunger where
	You want to hit him in the ing knees,
	And then you hit him in the ing knees!
	Shooter! Shoot up! But you better watch your allocution.
	Shooter, shooter, shoot up! But Donna, you better
	Never turn your back on that dwarf, and:
	You better watch your allocution!
	Donna' s got a right to be tired! She' s been swamped in the kitchens
	Of a Dark Royalty,
	And if you love me! You' ll know my heart
	Belongs to the shepherd
	Who has nursed his lord back from the tombs of a Dark Galilee,
	And if you know me now,
	Then I shall know you now,
	I SHALL KNOW YOU BY THE LIGHT ON YOUR FACE,
	I SHALL KNOW YOU BY THE LIGHT COMING OUT OF YOUR FACE

	I' m going to pray for the cold, I' m going to pray not for
	Anything at all,
	I' m going to pray for the war, I' m going to pray that my dagger' s not
	The first blade withheld
	And when that bird beaks its blood on my windowsill
	I know that I have been called.
	And the glory of economy,
	Is when your dwarf shall become a man,
	Woe to the night, woe to the night,
	Emaciated forester dancing in the moonlight,
	Dancing just to stave off the hunger it' s a hunger where
	You want to hit him in the ing knees,
	And then you hit him in the ing knees!
	Shooter! Shoot up! But you better watch your allocution.
	Shooter, shooter, shoot up! But Donna, you better
	Never turn your back on that dwarf, and:
	You better watch your allocution!
	Donna' s got a right to be tired! She' s been swamped in the kitchens
	Of a Dark Royalty,
	And if you love me! You' ll know my heart
	Belongs to the shepherd
	Who has nursed his lord back from the tombs of a Dark Galilee,
	And if you know me now,
	Then I shall know you now,
	I SHALL KNOW YOU BY THE LIGHT ON YOUR FACE,
	I SHALL KNOW YOU BY THE LIGHT COMING OUT OF YOUR FACE

YouTube Results (More on YouTube)