ballad of simon & constance lyrics – far

simon: “i’ll never get it, so i guess
i’ll never win. ‘cruelty free’ is
some sick joke, and someone’s gettin’
paid well for it – (moans)
oh, the horror!”
(and she swallows and the come
goes down easy)
simon: “you ate, taste good?”
constance: “makes me sick, nibbling on
sinewy muscles”
(constance’s conscience kisses him,
slippery. his mouth opens.)
constance: “don’t you say a word!”
(the moan in unison. simon says
another way. constance plays the slave.
lays her body over. bed becomes the grave.)

/ far lyrics