Danzig III - How the Gods Kill lyrics

I am heart of the devil
I have heart of the devil

I am heart of the devil
I have heart of the devil

I can make a man
Freeze in his tracks
I can make a man
Fall to his death
I can make a girl
So eager to please
I can make a young girl
Lay down for me

Because I'm evil
And love is gone

I can make the skies
Thunder and shake
I can make the world
Tremble and quake
I can make your pulse

Bodies, please don't cry
Bodies, don't die
Bodies, please don't cry
Bodies

I been taking all the silver
I been saving all the gold
I'm gonna stuff it down the throat
Of a week old corpse
Save that doggone soul

I been saving up my pain
I'm gonna give it back in spades
I been strangling the cries
From the murder of love
Save your soul tonight

Bodies, please don't cry
Bodies, don't die

No summer in the wintertime
Will keep you warm
Like a funeral pyre
And nothing drips like an August night
Drenched in your loving

I got a dirty black summer
Yea, my dirty black summer
Yea, gimme black summer
Yea, my dirty black summer

And nothing in the coolest light
Can stop the walking out across the line
No holding back the summer night
I got a feeling

It's just a dirty black summer

Kinda like a dog with seven pupils in its eye
Kinda like a madness that refuses to subside
Kinda like everything you want, just within your grasp
Kinda like how a banshee-wail dances on a living heart

I'm gonna stand at the top of the world
And challenge the heavens
Gonna bring you god
Gonna bring you god
In the palm of the left hand black
Gonna bring you god

Bodies, please don't cry
Bodies, don't die
Bodies, please don't cry
Bodies

I been taking all the silver
I been saving all the gold
I'm gonna stuff it down the throat
Of a week old corpse
Save that doggone soul

I been saving up my pain
I'm gonna give it back in spades
I been strangling the cries
From the murder of love
Save your soul tonight

Bodies, please don't cry
Bodies, don't die

kinda like a dog
w/ seven pupils
in its eye
kinda like a madness
that refuses
in subside
kinda like everything you want
just w/ in your grasp
kinda like
how a banshee-wail
dances
on a living heart
i'm gonna stand
at the top of the world and
challenge the heavens
gonna bring you god
gonna bring you god
in the palm of the left
hand
black
gonna bring you god
kinda like
when the sun goes down

Oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh
Oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh

If you feel alive
In a darkened room
Do you know the name
Of your solitude

If you ain't got the answer
If you don't know the truth
If you want the power
Then let it flow through

Would you let it go
Oh, would you let it go
Oh, would you let it go
Oh, oh, would you let it go

They cannot end this mourning of my life
Show me how the gods kill

Kinda like a dog with seven pupils in its eye
Kinda like a madness that refuses to subside
Kinda like everything you want, just within your grasp
Kinda like how a banshee-wail dances on a living heart

I'm gonna stand at the top of the world
And challenge the heavens
Gonna bring you god
Gonna bring you god
In the palm of the left hand black
Gonna bring you god

No summer in the wintertime
Will keep you warm
Like a funeral pyre
And nothing drips like an August night
Drenched in your loving

I got a dirty black summer
Yea, my dirty black summer
Yea, gimme black summer
Yea, my dirty black summer

And nothing in the coolest light
Can stop the walking out across the line
No holding back the summer night
I got a feeling

It's just a dirty black summer

Take my hand
You'll never find another quite like mine
If you look
You'll see that I'm a lonely one

I lost my soul deep inside
Oh, and it's so black and cold
Deep inside

Sistine smile
You'll never know the trap it's set
And if you did
You'd never look into its eyes again

I lost my soul deep inside
Oh, and it's so black and cold
Deep inside

Yea, the sun don't shine
The wind won't blow