Fatima Mansions - You Won't Get Me Home Lyrics
Her uncle wont support her nowHe loves his masons moreWith their boy scout songs of jahbulonAs they flocked to gore some whoresShe says, you wont get me homeYou wont get me homeEverything I own is gone.They built a wall around the town to keep her plague withinUntil all of the unclean had died atoning for their sinsYou wont get me homeYou wont get me homeLeave my mouth aloneYoure old -- youre old!You wont get me homeTo jump my tired bonesNow leave my mouth alone and go!Go! go!The prince of caledonia, he drives a diesel vanYeah, he peddles skag in hamiltonHes the reality man, reality manYoure not your own executioner, noYoure not your own executioner, noYoure not your own executioner, even though they tell you,They tell you, they tell you, they tell you so!