The Number Twelve Looks Like You
Blue Dress
Dragged to the burial
Where witches flew overhead

Roses drip black
And children weep in awe at their mother's side
And tissues break

Children weep in awe

Shows your ample wit
Shows your ample wit
Shows your ample wit
Shows your ample wit

To get back at your bastard's lust
To get back at your bastard's lust

Bring the day to rust
Blue dress at a black grave

The day to rust
Roses drip black
And children weep in awe

Razor proof veil and an odorless scarf
Bring the day rust, blue dress
At a black grave

Razor proof veil and an odorless scarf
Bring the day rust
Bring the day rust
Bring the day rust