Tori Amos

Father Lucifer

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Father Lucifer, you never looked so sane
You always did prefer the drizzle to the rain
Tell me that you're still in love with that milk-maid
How's the Lizzies?
How's your Jesus Christ been hanging?
Nothing's going to stop me from floating
Nothing's going to stop me from floating
He says he reckons I'm a watercolour stain
He says I run and then I run from him and then I run
He didn't see me watching from the aeroplane
He wiped a tear and then he threw away our apple-seed
Nothing's going to stop me from floating
Nothing's going to stop me from floating
Everyday's my wedding day
Though baby's still in his comatose state
I'll die my own Easter eggs
Just don't go yet, just don't go
And Beenie lost the sunset, but that's OK
Maybe she's hiding in a hot dog
Does Joe bring flowers to Marilyn's grave?
Got a pig hiding in a truffle
And girls that eat pizza and never gain weight
Wearing those purple garters
Never gain weight, never gain weight
And girl, I got a condo in Hoboken
Father Lucifer, you never looked so sane
You always did prefer the drizzle to the rain
Tell me that you're still in love with that milk-maid
How's the Lizzies?
How's your Jesus Christ been hanging?