Dead Ladies – Baby Dayliner – letras

All my lady-friends are dead but they are never going to leaveI’d give a fortune to the man who could give them breath againBut, they remain baggage of the worst kind -nostalgia so delicateThey’re a cartel from the gates of hell -a malignant syndicateLadies,give me a sign from the afterlifetell me whether this is rightor might it be a base necessity?Sometimes living a life of virtue, joy and devoid painThough it’s often pointed out to me, one devoid of realityI get flashes of being a real man, the sensation never sticksBecause I’m convinced that I’ve been cursed by the undead with whom I share my bed