Venus in Chrome - Chris Robinson Brotherhood

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…