The moon tonight feels my revenge To summon forth my time (of sin) and hate Impaled are their wings Raped is the soul From the bleeding holy womb
Their little girl said Don't tell me how you feel You don't understand She painted the people She disgusted on her way down All there is left now Is a
Standing on ceremony, standing on ceremony Standing on ceremony, standing on ceremony Standing on ceremony, you were always standing on ceremony (standing, on ceremony) (standing, on ceremony
(Billy Sherrill, Jenny Strickland, Carmol Taylor) (man speaks): Dearly beloved, we are gathered together, In the presence of God, and these witnesses
[GIRLS] One of us girls is moving on One girl will get out of saigon [GIGI] So now who's really Miss Saigon [GIRLS] Tv and stereo she gets And
good, baby Ceremony, ceremony Got you good, yea Ceremony Funky style music got you good, yea Funky style music got you good, oww! Ceremony come on Ceremony got you good now, yea Ceremony
I'd love to run your fingers through my heart Feel the ruin Smell the caustic stench Sweep me in the corner and forget I'll stay there until the sun has
Jeff Moss Do you, Piggy, take this frog To be your lawful wedded husband Do you? I do... Do you, Froggie take this Pig To be your lawful wedded wife Until
The top becomes the bottom The fantasy becomes reality The conceptions change The landmarks dissolve And all becomes intermingled To flirt with the despicable
This is why events unnerve me, They find it all, a different story, Notice whom for wheels are turning, Turn again and turn towards this time, All she
I asked my father I said, "Father, change my name" The one I'm using now, it's covered up With fear and filth and cowardice and shame Ah, but, lover,
I tried to leave you, I don't deny I closed the book on us, at least a hundred times I'd wake up every morning by your side The years go by, you lose
Now, the courtroom is quiet but who will confess? Is it true you betrayed us? The answer is yes Then read me the list of the crimes that are mine I will
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel You were talkin' so brave and so sweet Givin' me head on the unmade bed While the limousines wait in the street
Field Commander Cohen He was our most important spy Wounded in the line of duty Parachuting acid into diplomatic cocktail parties Urging Fidel Castro
You were the promise at dawn and I was the morning after You were Jesus Christ, my Lord, I was the money lender You were the sensitive woman, I was the
his cave? Do you want to give your blessing to his power As he goes whistling past his daddy, past his daddy's grave? I'd like to take you to the ceremony
