A

crea-

ture

made

of

sun

-

shine

Her

eyes

were

like

the

sky

Rab-

bit

howls

like

some-

thing

old

As

we

twitch

to

lul-

la-

by

The

scal-

pel

shines

in

god's

sun-

shine

The

street

-

lights

whis-

per

pain

Down

here

near

the

poi-

son

stream

Our

god

has

gone

in-

sane

She

smiles

like

a

child

with

flo-

wers

in

her

hair

With

blood

on

her

hands

In-

to

the

sun

she

stares

She

feels

it

die

I

heard

her

cry

She

smiles

like

a

child

with

flo-

wers

in

her

hair

With

blood

on

her

hands

In-

to

the

sun

she

stares

She

feels

it

die

I

heard

her

cry...

Like

the

scream

of

the

but-

ter-

fly

Sun-

shine

in the

house

of

flames

She

loves

it

where

she

gets

it

But

it's

ne-

ver

felt

the

same

Sur-

ge-

ry,

in

the

house

of

dis-

sec

-

tion

When

your

candle

burns

out

I'll

re-

sur-

rect

you

She

runs

Through

fields

of

dai

-

sies

Yeah,

it's

just

a

shame

that

they

eat

their

own

ba-

bies

Who

cares

Cause

the

air

is

free

When

you

get

there

will

you

kiss

the

dead

for

me?

There's

blood

on

the

moon

and

the

sum-

mer

is

cold

There's

love

in

the

room

But ba-

by

that's

get-

ting

old

There's

blood

on

my

face

sit-

tin'

on

uh

dead

shore

A

high-

way,

high-

way

of

emp-

ti-

ness and

I'm

get-

ting

bored

There's

blood

on

the

moon

as

we

plan

our

es-

cape

The

god-

dess

in

bloom

Hand-

cuffed

and

raped

There's

blood

in

the

bath-

tub

ba-

by

Mur-

der

the

king

There's

blood

on

the

moon

There's

blood

on

just

a-

bout

eve-

ry-

thing

Sun-

shine

in

the

house

of

flames

She

loves

it

where

she

gets

it

But

it's

ne-

ver

felt

the

same

Sur-

ge-

y,

in

the

house

of

dis-

sec

-

tion

When

your

candle

burns

out

I'll

re-

sur-

rect

you

She

runs

Through

fields

of

dai-

sies

Yeah,

it's

just

a

shame

that

they

eat

their

own

ba-

bies

Who

cares

Cause

the

air

is

free

When

you

get

there

will

you

kiss

the

dead

for

me?

Some-

thing

cold

is

forced

in-

side

her

A

tears

spill

down

her

cheek

Still-

born

songs

of

a

dead

drea-

mer

Hymn's

of

a

needle

freak

With

sun-

light

in

her

hair

she

smiles

like

she

don't

care

Her

dreams

of

li-

quid

blue

I

cut

my

self

a-

gain

and

a-

gain

to

re-

mind

my-

self

of

you

She smiles

like

a

child

with

flo-

wers

in

her

hair

With

blood

on

her

hands

Int-

o

the

sun

she

stares

She

feels

it

die

I

heard

her

cry

She

smiles

like

a

child

with

flo-

wers

in

her

hair

With

blood

on

her

hands

In-

to

the

sun

she

stares

She

feels

it

die

I

heard

her

cry

Like

the

scream

of

the

but-

ter-

fly

I

like

the

scream

of

the

but-

ter-

fly

I

met

an

an-

gel

with

a

sawed-

off

shot-

gun

Wan-

ted

by

the

F-

B-

I

We

dropped

some

a-

cid

Killed

our

pa-

rents

Then

we

hit

the

road

I like

the

scream

of

the

but-

terf-

ly

I like

the

scream

of

the

but-

terf-

ly

I like

the

scream

of

the

but-

terf-

ly

I like

the

scream

of

the

but-

terf-

ly