The Whore Of Babylon Lyrics & Chords By Pan Sonic

Mirror tiles, a mirrored ceiling. She preens, adjusts her hair. She pouts, a wink. The perfume stinks, it's lovely, like fresh air. Saints are queuing at the door: their haloes...read more

there's a woman causing shame two sacred thoughts she holds the chalice with every man's sin her alabaster skin is covered with purple and gold there she rides on a...read more

Come, I will show you the judgment of the great harlot; She is seated on the throne of many waters, And all the kings of the earth have committed fornication with her ... ...read more