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"Roman Holiday" lyrics

Every Time I Die Lyrics

"Roman Holiday"

We cut our teeth in the bedroom.
We slit our wrists in our costumes.
All of them, witches, witches, witches, witches!

We are the death of the party.
We are the life of the funeral.
All of us, ragmen, ragmen, ragmen, ragmen!

I want the ripened fruit.
I want the fresh meat.
I want the first born.
I want the down beat.

We traded vows on the front line.
They ushered us through the stop sign.
All of them witches, witches, witches, witches!

We found our way in the blackout.
We are the ghosts in the lighthouse.
All of us, ragmen, ragmen, ragmen, ragmen!

I want the open wound.
I want the dark street.
I want the virgin blood.
I want that wet heat.


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Writer(s): Andrew John Williams, Keith Michael Buckley, Jordan Taylor Buckley, Joshua C. Newton, Michael Francis Novak
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album: "New Junk Aesthetic" (2009)
Every Time I Die - New Junk Aesthetic album cover
Roman Holiday
The Marvelous Slut
Who Invited The Russian Soldier?
Wanderlust
For The Record
White Smoke
Turtles All The Way Down
Organ Grinder
Host Disorder
After One Quarter Of A Revolution
The Sweet Life
Buffalo 666
(Special Edition Bonus Track)
Goddam Kids These Days
(Special Edition Bonus Track)
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