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letra de the duchess - joan of the stockyards

hail all of the sails and all of the ships that sailed away
hail the d-ch-ss and the things she has to say
hail the moon, [?] today
hail the church[?] sailing away

(ok)
over top the tabletop, the d-ch-ss pops corks
the maids are underneath the table cleaning dropped forks
i’m never at the table when i need it, well f-ck (f-ck!)
i’d love to spoon a maid or two, but me, i have the worst of luck
it also doesn’t help they tend to walk through me
or squeal when evil forces try and talk to me
an еssence of malevolеnce is sentencing my existence
it’s not my fault the devil tends to stalk[?] through me
now pentagrams are painted in the archways
and several blackened kittens find themselves nailed on the cellar door
for t–thing nipples, what the h-ll i notice princesses are slipping out corsets
there’s never any room for slipping out war vets
i’d love to tell the d-ch-ss off but no one ever listens to me
[?] are hollering, they place more bets
never place your bets on what you hope might come (come)
she’s whipping out her tits and shouldn’t be that dumb (dumb)
surrounded by a caste of brutes, her legs feel numb (numb)
i know because i’ve entered her and she’s not getting any younger
plus the d-ch-ss says that she should have her fun (fun)
and begs the surgeon general to squeeze his gun (gun!)
i’m watchin from the margins with the servants who’re starving and the million other spectacles [?] the sun
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