Текст песни Ashbury Heights - Recorded for M.G. Lewis
And so begins the sermon
Celebrated neon prison
The women come to be looked at
The men come to look at the women
Rows and rows of Don Lorenzo's
Eyes like damp and heat and pressure
Dashing after their own fashion
They don't know how to read attraction
Stand them up
Stand them up
Stand them up
Stand them up
No vanilla perfume
Can conceal the rancid stench
Trailing from a mindful
Of malodorous intent
There's no circumventing
What pervades without consent
But you don't owe these men a thing
No amount of sweet talk
Can disguise the rot beneath
Compliments whenever
Noise and lies through sharpened teeth
There's no sugar coating
Air that's too fetid to breathe
And you don't owe these men a thing
The plot's all too familiar
Like something out of scripture
The floor is bound for stormy weather
Clouds of fine cologne now gather
Rows and rows of Don Lorenzo's
Acting like the monk Ambrosio
They entertain the backwards notion
That they're entitled to a woman
Stand them up
Stand them up
Stand them up
Stand them up
No vanilla perfume
Can conceal the rancid stench
Trailing from a mindful
Of malodorous intent
There's no circumventing
What pervades without consent
But you don't owe these men a thing
No amount of sweet talk
Can disguise the rot beneath
Compliments whenever
Noise and lies through sharpened teeth
There's no sugar coating
Air that's too fetid to breathe
And you don't owe these men a thing
Stand them up
Stand them up
Stand them up
Stand them up
Stand them up
Stand them up
Stand them up
Stand them up
Stand them up
