Bring Your Daughter...To The Slaughter (Live at Roskilde Festival 2003)
Honey it's getting close to midnight and all the myths are still in town True love and lipstick on your linen, bite the pillow make no sound If there's some living to be done before your life becomes your tomb You'd better know that I'm the one so unchain your back door invite me around
Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the slaughter Let her go, let her go, let her go Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the slaughter Let her go, let her go, let her go Let her go, yeah!
Honey it's getting close to daybreak, the sun is creeping in the sky No patent remedies for heartache, just empty words and humble pie So get down on your knees honey, assume an attitude You just pray that I'll be waiting 'cause you know I'm coming soon
Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the slaughter Let her go, let her go, let her go Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the slaughter Let her go, let her go, let her go
So pick up your foolish pride, no going back No where, no way, no place to hide
Bring your daughter, bring your daughter Bring your daughter, bring your daughter Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the slaughter Bring your daughter, fetch your daughter Bring your daughter, fetch your daughter Bring your daughter, fetch your daughter to the slaughter
Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the slaughter Let her go, let her go, let her go Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the slaughter Let her go, let her go, let her go