Auntie Christ

I saw the devil His name was Friedrich Stance slightly off Words were electric A horse, a horse And he transcended Walking on tightrope In epicentre of it all Only when he'd fallen could he truly rise Only when he'd fallen could he truly rise Only when he'd fallen could he truly rise One in many things, that he prophesised to us all No love for Richie No hope in those sheets And, as for Lizzie She bastardised me Only disorder Surrounds the edges No real models Won't waste resentment on it all Only when he'd fallen could he truly rise Only when he'd fallen could he truly rise Only when he'd fallen could he truly rise One in many things, that he prophesised to us all