Short-wave news arranged the day As i visited her town 'some bugger in a tank parade, Maggie's down' As through the night mascara sights The oil is done On my way a shot-down cupid And he Is not The only one Lipstick on a razor-blade She's stalking through the light And all my sirens wail And she will as she can As she knows that she can And all my sirens wail As she knows that she's a goddess I found the stairs unlit at night Tethered by her hair Maenads And maggots Pass my mind Perfumes on the stairs There are tales to be told of demotic acts There are hearts to be sold by demotic sex And the blue screen flickered shades on us As the paraffin ran out Maenads and maggots Cram it in the archives Maenads and maggots Cram it in the archives I'll be the angel of your mourning Goddess Cram it in the archives