Going Out To Get You by Genesis
I can pacify your violence,
I can guarantee no pain.
Leave the ugly force of motion
deep inside your guilty brain.
Going out to get you.
Going out to get you.
Going out to get you.
Pulpit of the python chasing out the innocents defiled.
Leave your weapon in the cool stream,
Rest your body on the stone.
Multitude will beckon to a clear sky,
Rise again to follow all who came.
Are you really evil?
I saw you in the devil's kitchen
cooking for the Queen of Spades,
Hiding in your pretty laces ,
Licking fingers sunk in jam.
Going out to get you.
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