Save Your Tears words and music by Lord Zadoc
The ecstacy and the air heId tight
In your little putrid room of white
To feel the fate of your purity
And your battered christianity

Do you ever think when a hearse rolls by
That you might be the next to die?
The worms crawl in and the worms crawl out
Wreak havoc all about

Save all your tears for me
Save all your tears

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