Bring your daughter... to the slaughter

Bring your daughter... to the slaughter
[Dickinson]


Honey, it's getting close to midnight,
And all the myths are still in town;
True love and lipstick on your linen,
Bite the pillow make no sound.
If there's some living to be done (ha!)
Before your life becomes your tomb,
You'd better know that I'm the one...
So unchain your back door invite me around.

[Chorus]
Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the slaughter.
Let her go, let her go, let her go.

Honey it's getting close to daybreak,
The sun is creeping in the sky,
No patent remedies for heartache,
Just empty words and humble pie;
So get down on your knees honey,
Assume an attitude,
You just pray that I'll be waiting,
'Coz you know I'm coming soon.

[Chorus]

So pick up your foolish pride, no going back,
No where, no way, no place to hide.

[Chorus]