With our heads to the side nobody



quite knows where they are

A trio of lies, trying to knock you

off your guard



With our heads to the side

With our heads to the side



You give me criminal ways in a

subliminal haze

Ironstone Izadora's the name



Got the mark of Cain I hang on

a chain around my neck

I'll say it again, pleasure or pain

what's coming next?



Move your head to the side

Move your head to the side



You give me criminal ways

in a subliminal haze



Ironstone Izadora's my name

Ironstone Izadora's my name



Tell me why she tells those lies

when she lies with you?

Tell me why its no surprise

when nothing is true?




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