Lyrics to Gods & Monsters
In the land of Gods and Monsters,
I was an Angel.
Living in the garden of evil,
screwed up, scared, doing anything that I needed.
Shining like a fiery beacon,
you got that medicine I need;
fame, liquor, love, give it to me slowly.
Put your hands on my waist, do it softly.
Me and God we don't get along, so now I sing.
No one's gonna take my soul away,
living like Jim Morrison.
Headed towards a fucked up holiday.
Motel, squeeze, squeeze, and I'm singing;
fuck yeah give it to me, this is? heaven, what I truly want
It's innocence lost. Innocence lost.
In the land of gods and monsters, I was an angel, lookin' to get fucked hard.
Like a groupie incognito posing as a real singer,
Life imitates art
You got that medicine I need
Dope, shoot it up straight to the heart please
I don't really wanna know what's good for me
God's dead, I said 'baby that's alright with me'.
No one's gonna take my soul away,
living like Jim Morrison.
Headed towards a fucked up holiday.
Motel, squeeze, squeeze, and I'm singing;
fuck yeah give it to me, this is? heaven, what I truly want
It's innocence lost. Innocence lost.
I was an Angel.
Living in the garden of evil,
screwed up, scared, doing anything that I needed.
Shining like a fiery beacon,
you got that medicine I need;
fame, liquor, love, give it to me slowly.
Put your hands on my waist, do it softly.
Me and God we don't get along, so now I sing.
No one's gonna take my soul away,
living like Jim Morrison.
Headed towards a fucked up holiday.
Motel, squeeze, squeeze, and I'm singing;
fuck yeah give it to me, this is? heaven, what I truly want
It's innocence lost. Innocence lost.
In the land of gods and monsters, I was an angel, lookin' to get fucked hard.
Like a groupie incognito posing as a real singer,
Life imitates art
You got that medicine I need
Dope, shoot it up straight to the heart please
I don't really wanna know what's good for me
God's dead, I said 'baby that's alright with me'.
No one's gonna take my soul away,
living like Jim Morrison.
Headed towards a fucked up holiday.
Motel, squeeze, squeeze, and I'm singing;
fuck yeah give it to me, this is? heaven, what I truly want
It's innocence lost. Innocence lost.
Songwriters: Grant, Elizabeth / Larcombe, Tim
Publisher: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing
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