TISM - 40 Years - Then Death Lyrics

All that's good, all that's rightEverything hot and all that's tightWomen, men, pubescent girlsNever again to finger their curls on their head so exquisiteNever again to visitThe palace, the palace of love[chorus:]Forty years of livin' then death, that's all that's leftForty years then death, forty years that's all that's leftForty years of livin' then death, that's all that's leftForty years then death, forty years that's all that's leftThe work is just beginningAs my hair begins thinningPleasure is passed and all that's dearAs friend and foe alike disappearNever again to visitThe palace, the palace of love(chorus)Perfume, the smell of perfume is forgottenAnd the shape of her roomAnd the sheets on her bed disappear forever from my headNo more the sudden thrillAs you dip into the swillNever again to visitThe palace, the palace of love(chorus) (x2)(Not on best off. version)Howard Hughes bottled his pissAfter he drank some tinniesHe was afraid that he'd missAnd now he plays the pinnies