European Oils

I made a tomb for all the incompatible cells I could take,
 And 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
 And 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!
 When I'm at war I insist on a slaughter,
 And getting it on with the hangman's daughter.
 She needs release. She needs to feel at ease with her father,
 The fucking maniac.
 I made a tomb for all the incompatible cells I could take,
 And 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!"
 Desperate times call for desperate measures.
 I wanted you, I wanted these treasures, too.