Текст песни The Murder City Devils Bride Of The Elephant Man

I danced with the bride of The Elephant Man and she whispered
You'll always be
Just a fool in the shadows
Without a face
Without a story of your own

You'll always be
Just a rube at the window
Staring like an asshole
With a quarter in your fist
In line
At the Corinthian Hall
With a ticket
With a ticket in your hand

Do you hear the knocking
On the ceiling, on the walls?
Well Margaret Fox
I would have kept your secret
I know the secret
I know it's in your toes
We said Margaret are you the one, or should we
Look for another
And then we chased you
We chased you from the hall
And then we chased you
We chased you from the hall

John Merrick
Your prayers
Your prayers are all heard first
Margaret Fox
I would have kept your secret
Your prayers are all heard first
All heard first

You'll always be
Just a fool in the shadows
Without a face
Without a story of your own
Of your own
Staring like an asshole
With a quarter in your first

Tell me John
Tell me I'm forgiven
Don't be angry
When you meet your maker