Testo Evil

Words fall from our mouths Like plates from shaking hands Smash upon the silence Of the smooth naked canal I'm evil and a heathen I'm a heathen and evil like you There's not a lot I couldn't do I like how you pretend That the end will be the end So fill your thirst Drink a curse To the death of death instead I'm evil and a heathen I'm a heathen and evil like you There's not a lot I wouldn't do Utrecht led me to the Sacre Coeur Where the smoke curled round Now the ice blows of Lake Michigan When the Ice blows The Ice Flow knocks you Your teeth are black with wine As you place those lips on mine The moon hangs heavy and forbidden high On the **** night of our lives I'm evil and a heathen I'm a heathen and evil like you There's not a lot we couldn't do