| Song | Pride |
| Artist | The Tiger Lillies |
| Album | 7 Deadly Sins |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Of all the sins in all the world the worst of all is pride | |
| But it’s the one oh my love we don’t see till we die | |
| How swiftly do we wreak such harm on the ones we love | |
| The scars and weals that we inflict we shoot the hearts of doves | |
| It is not simply men who are cast out from the sky | |
| But angels to have fallen inflicted by pride | |
| For as we walk as blind men losing every love | |
| Breaking hearts of angels shooting hearts of doves | |
| You proudly swagger flying like a bird | |
| With pride you will be shot down a maggot ridden turd | |
| A rotting cadaver pride will eat your love | |
| There is no greater cost than pride we shoot the hearts of doves |
| Of all the sins in all the world the worst of all is pride | |
| But it' s the one oh my love we don' t see till we die | |
| How swiftly do we wreak such harm on the ones we love | |
| The scars and weals that we inflict we shoot the hearts of doves | |
| It is not simply men who are cast out from the sky | |
| But angels to have fallen inflicted by pride | |
| For as we walk as blind men losing every love | |
| Breaking hearts of angels shooting hearts of doves | |
| You proudly swagger flying like a bird | |
| With pride you will be shot down a maggot ridden turd | |
| A rotting cadaver pride will eat your love | |
| There is no greater cost than pride we shoot the hearts of doves |
| Of all the sins in all the world the worst of all is pride | |
| But it' s the one oh my love we don' t see till we die | |
| How swiftly do we wreak such harm on the ones we love | |
| The scars and weals that we inflict we shoot the hearts of doves | |
| It is not simply men who are cast out from the sky | |
| But angels to have fallen inflicted by pride | |
| For as we walk as blind men losing every love | |
| Breaking hearts of angels shooting hearts of doves | |
| You proudly swagger flying like a bird | |
| With pride you will be shot down a maggot ridden turd | |
| A rotting cadaver pride will eat your love | |
| There is no greater cost than pride we shoot the hearts of doves |