Isle Of Manhattan lyrics

( Royston Langdon)
The Isle of Manhattan was sold to a madman
Who came for gold cadavers in a hall
A very strange mission to skin all the women
He bought some gold cadavers in the hall

Let go your souls
Let go your souls
Let go your souls
Let go your souls

With that look in his eyes in the pork and the pies
Well he came for gold cadavers in a hall
So listen up here, we are eyes for the TV
He came for gold cadavers in a hall

Let go your souls
Let go your souls
Let go your souls
Let go your souls

All high off paste it's moving
Her snow fires are grooving
The sky is full like old tin cans and flies
The earth started falling
No sound while she calling
The sky went black, no words came out, she’s gone
Now you're in a ponder, eating a pizza
You're mad for gold cadavers in a hall