European Oils Songtext

I made a tomb for all the incompatible cells I could take
I brought bells to the wake
And you, you didn't mind shedding your beautiful European blood as I screamed - "Death to the murderers we've loved all our lives!"

I was good with names
I had a way with faces
I was the dominant theme in a number of places
And you, you didn't mind mixing your beautiful European oils for a still life
Oh Candice, we should've run for our lives!