These poems are dirty
And the philosopher is stoned
(And he's not alone)
The goddess is hungry
Oh, but her priest, he will not come
(He's had his fun)
Birch, rowan, ash, and oak
Molten words out of silver throats
Feast or famine, fight or flee
Peasants, pheasants
And the devil makes three
Oh, Venus in chrome
Where did you go (aah)
How you could leave
Now that I know (aah)
So cruel to give
And take away (aah)
Appear from this flame and always stay
Nomad is sleeping
While worms whisper in the dark
(It's of you they talk)
The library is bleeding
And there is no time for last remarks
(So let the panic start)
Birch, rowan, ash, and oak
May the curse you cast
Make you choke
Feast or famine, fight or flee
Be wise and let dark things be
Oh, Venus in chrome
Where did you go (aah)
How could you leave
Now that I know (aah)
So cruel to give
Then take away (aah)
Appear from this flame
And always stay
Crystal fire, diamond sky
Ooh...
Oh, Venus in chrome
Where did you go (aah)
How could you leave
Now that I know (aah)
So cruel to give
And take away (aah)
Appear from this flame
And always stay
Crystal fire, diamond sky
Boughs are swaying, winds alive
Mantis praying, owls survives
Crystal fire, diamond sky
Ooh...
