How Lester Lost His Wife
of Montreal Lyrics


First there was the fable of the bull
Told by the picador
Then an Orwellian raping of a virgin apple core
An apple core, an apple core, an apple
Core, an apple core, an apple

Next our minds were supping up the horrors
That our vicious master's whip
Was serving us in rituals nefariously hip
Wickedly hip, wickedly hip, wickedly
Hip, wickedly hip, wickedly

I had to don a disguise to see her slinking down
The snaking hallways to her chamber
But I wasn't prepared to encounter the vision
Of she and it engaged in defiling of the sacred
In an instant her face became so plaintive
And I watched as she transformed
Into the Black Amaranth

The next morning I espied
In a window framed in brass
The story of her condemnation
Portrayed in the stained glass
In the stained glass
In the stained glass, in the stained
Glass, in the stained glass, in the stained
Glass

Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: KEVIN BARNES

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Comments from YouTube:

Hereticgoat

I am surprised to see how many of Montreal songs are hidden gems! So many of their songs go underrated!

Mario Stares Sternly

fucking love this song so much

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