Dancehall lyrics

Clementine, the sights you solve.

It's profligates return this saw

A native to the dance halls of the Gaul.

Where dancing absolves us all

'Cause they used to know my old Ma.

Monkeyshines, their bones will grind

In violent times with violet eyes that pale.

Monkeyshines their bones will grind

In violent times with violet eyes that pale.

It's a trail of tears from here knows when

She dripped with birch and unmade scent.

Shod lean with ghost's of her lovers weak amends

So slays the mandarin in the house of a sun.

Monkeyshines their bones will grind

In violent times with violet eyes that pale.

Monkeyshines, their bones will grind

In violent times with violet eyes that pale.

As Cyanotypes, the trollops fight

To hold their scimitar above our heads.

Oh, down where they rest with my old Ma

'Cause they used to know where we belong.

Dardanelle, skip Misselette.

When this faun's in love it's nonetheless.

So peel back an orange,

If you want to taste what's next.

Since laudanum feathers our nest

With a salt mass hop and lament.

Monkeyshines, their bones will grind

In violent times with violet eyes that pale.

Monkeyshines, their bones will grind

In violent times with violet eyes that pale.

Monkeyshines, their bones will grind

In violent times with violet eyes that pale.

Monkeyshines, their bones will grind

In violent times with violet eyes that pale.

Oh, down where they rest with my old Ma

'Cause they used to know where we belong.

• Artist:Billy Corgan
• Album:Cotillions