The Brides Wives Turned Widows Lyrics

The fact of the matter is the fat of the bladder scalded in b___er, smothered in batter The fact of the matter is before what you're after as you grope for the laughter eloping from the rafters

And they are together again
The dying wish and the living end

The fact of the matter is a mirror shattered, rusted luck would have it in pieces in the attic The fact of the matter grows thin, shrinks fatter
Those cells bond well they're difficult to scatter

And they are together again
The living proof and the dead men

The fact of the matter is dogged with catty splatter
Biting bits of backtalk served upon a platter
The fact of the matter is a pitter, no, a patter
The slightest hush-brush rustle of the digital data
The fact of the matter is the slavery of the master
Distress, unease, disease, dismemberment, disaster
They wouldn't put it past me and they wouldn't put it past her, now we are together in the permanence of parisian plaster

And they are together again
The lively wives turned widows of husbands

And they are together again
The once lively brides and their widower husbands

And they are together again.