Lyrics

Queen Crass No More

Craquelure in your picture perfect soul
Now with this crisis I shall see you naked
What if I find out inside you are a crone
I still rather cruelly know how you really feel

Can’t hide in your QC cubic corpse
Unless you want to decompose
Could cry and excuse all your complaints
Cover with make up your remorse

Crapulence for living in control
Now in you mirror croons a cadaver
If I kill him for you I’ll be such a cronck
I don’t want to end in your crill

Can’t hide in your QC cubic corpse
Unless you want to decompose
Could cry and excuse all your complaints
Cover with make up your remorse

Are the candles on your cake
Singing you Happy Death day?
Get your caddy to courbette
And please don’t, don’t call it quits.
Courage to cull
The conchy con
So I condole
Queen crass no more

Are the candles on your cake
Singing you
Happy Death day
To you?
Happy Death day
To you
Happy Death day
To you