Bizarre Rituals of a Girl Called Nightingale by The Thomas Scott Quintet Lyrics

They set up road blocks through the day that she came home
They lived in fear what she did to their town
She saw the sins that they hid in their hearts
She tore their cold, cold heart apart

Take a seat
Come on find your place
Better take a seat
Come on find your place
At the bizarre
Rituals of a girl called Nightingale

She took them through, through the cemetery gates
Wherе they felt the chill from thе desecrated earth
Now she can bury her vengeance and hate for what it's worth
Bury, bury, bury her deep

Take a seat
Come on find your place
Better take your seat
Come on find your place
At the bizarre
Rituals of a girl called Nightingale
She saw another crack in tombs like the moon
As rocks came down from hysterical brethren
She was as stone silent as the morgue
One day, her revenge will silence the talk

Take a seat
Come on find your place
Better take your seat
Come on find your place
At the bizarre
Rituals of a girl called Nightingale
Take a seat
Come on find your place
Better take your seat
Come on find your place
At the bizarre
Rituals of a girl called Nightingale
Rituals of a girl called Nightingale
Rituals of a girl called Nightingale