Lyrics

Figure of a god-like youth See a figure of a god-like youth As the oarsmen sweats beneath his crooked armpits Forget the figure of a god-like youth As he sweeps his oars through the desolate shores That belong to the Crocodile men Yes, they belong to the Crocodile men Queen Mary standing all alone A cold Queen Mary standing on her own (on her own) You can see it in her eyes that it means they'll surely die Down the river they flow, flow Youth is a disease that will bring us to our knees Unless the bodies we excroliate and bleed(da) Imperator Ahh he don't wanna play no more As he reveals his form they are ready to perform The ritual of the Crocodile man As he reveals his form they are ready to perform The ritual of the Crocodile man As he reveals his form they are ready to perform The ritual of the Crocodile man The ritual of the Crocodile man The ritual of the Crocodile man The ritual of the Crocodile man The ritual of the Crocodile man The ritual of the Crocodile man The ritual of the Crocodile man The ritual of the Crocodile ma-ah-ah-n Yeah Yeah
Writer(s): Charlie Mcgough, Eoghan Clifford, Johnny James, Thomas Castrey, Thomas Haywood Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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