To The Chapel and Fucked

 

 

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The Dixie Cups “Going To The Chapel Of Love”

 

 

 

 

Goin’ to the chapel and it’s gonna get bloody
Got myself a scalpel and in no great hurry
Gonna cause a scandal and you’re gonna be sorry
Goin’ to the chapel of black

 

Way too late to take shit back
Got your ribs here on the rack
Calling dibs to make them snap
Really should have known the crack
Think yourself a daddy mac
Your attacks are sadly lacking
Odds are stacked and not worth backing
Red is dead Jack, bet on black

 

Where’s your head at, feeling queasy
Never said that I’d go easy
Laid to rest, now feelin’ sleazy
Do your best, you won’t defeat me
Cheaters never prosper see
Retreating to the ossuary
To rot within a corpse’s shell
Your very own exclusive hell

 

Give it time, you’ll know me well
With kiss of death, last breath to tell
Nothing left then to expel
Yet, no sign of final bell

 

Goin’ to the chapel and it’s gonna get bloody
Got myself a scalpel and in no great hurry
Gonna cause a scandal and then make that a flurry
Goin’ to the chapel of black

 

Ever tripping, form is dipping
Former self with best health slipping
Guts for garters, rope for skipping
Holy father, he ain’t listening
Nothing left for you to barter
Bleeding out but not stigmata
Think yourself some kind of martyr
Think again and make that smarter

 

Through the never to hereafter
No escaping what you’re fated
Just a plaything for castrating
Racing pulse as tongue starts tracing
Every fear you flunked at facing
Since you ceased insider trading
Therefore, faking your own death
Time has come now to collect

 

Writing checks you cannot cash
Disrespecting simple facts
Testing waters black as pitch
Dicing death, inviting twitch

 

Goin’ to the chapel and it’s gonna get bloody
Got myself a scalpel and in no great hurry
Gonna cause a scandal and the outlook ain’t sunny
Goin’ to the chapel of black

 

Best foot forward, two to falter
Lamb to slaughter, meet the altar
Sacrificial, it’s official
Not much fair in this dismissal – Simply
Whistle when you’ve had enough
Ain’t got no time to huff and puff
Call my bluff and taste my snuff
Got a thing for playing rough

 

No mistaking as tough love
Neither inclined to blind hate
Casual swagger as I slay
Nonchalant, with vacant gaze
Mind inclined to just one place
Somewhere far from nature’s grace
No embargo on bad taste
This scenario, worst case

 

With a little give, more take
I’ll soon have you in ship-shape
Shall provide you pride of place
In the heart of my display case

 

Goin’ to the chapel and it’s gonna get bloody
Got myself a scalpel and in no great hurry
Gonna cause a scandal and the outlook is fucked
Goin’ to the chapel of black

 

 

 

 

 

Richard Charles Stevens

 

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