The Flesh Eaters - The Wedding Dice

Beggars can't be choosers with the choice to survive
My hands are tied because it doesn't matter
Someone gives you arsenic so you won't be lonely
Fire in the brain is calling it quits

CHORUS:
My picture's in the papers but you can't see my face
Down in Mexico we threw the wedding dice
When they found out we couldn't get out
Down in Mexico we threw the wedding dice
They buried her embraces in a white coffin
Gave me 2 bits of lead, a jealous father's souvenir
That's when I took a gun into the liquor store
The cops say to this day that it's no heartwarming story
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In the morning her ghost came to the door
Magnolias on the steps were all that I could see
In the morning her ghost came to the door
A cupid's heart of blood was on the screen
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She kissed me and I saw them waiting in the yard
The cops say to this day that it's no heartwarming story
The story of the hand, the Hand of Glory
Beggars can't be choosers with the choice to survive
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