Harpies

Weard \ Juan D’Erful

Available On The Album 'Writing in a Skeleton Key' by THat Legendary Wooden Lion.

All lyrics copyright That Legendary Wooden Lion

There’s something, very nasty in the air

There’s something very threatening, about the ladies at the bar.

There’s something very cold about their stare

I’m feeling very, very scared, like running for my car.

Harpies drinking Pernod

Lips as red as blood clots

Harpies at the disco, they’re all

Hanging, round the meat lot

A chemist’s shelf of makeup in their room

A tanker load of cheap perfume, parked discretely round the side

Rouging, up their cheeks to make them bloom

They’ve got all the trappings of a hooker on the slide

Harpies drinking Pernod

Lips as red as blood clots

Harpies at the disco, they’re all

Hanging, round the meat lot

Faces, painted up like mannequins

Silver nails, translucent skin, like an early Hammer Horror.

Their eyes are, just like black holes sucking on

My blood this evening – they will be after yours tomorrow.

Harpies drinking Pernod

Lips as red as blood clots

Harpies at the disco, they’re all

Hanging, round the meat lot

Beauty’s in the mind