Battery Humans Lyrics
| Song | Battery Humans |
| Artist | Amebix |
| Album | No Sanctuary - The Spiderleg Recordings |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Baron, Stig | |
| Welcome to Cell Block 427, it's 10 o'clock at night | |
| Can you see the rows of bodies twitching in their sleep? | |
| And if you're hungry, if you fancy a bite | |
| The guards will be obliged to pick the fattest from the heap | |
| They drag the body through the filth by a cruelly mutated arm | |
| Up into the kitchen of the human factory farm | |
| It tries to scream but can't without a tongue | |
| One more slaughtered in the kitchen of the human factory farm | |
| [Recipe:] | |
| Take your body, grease it well and rip the kidneys out | |
| The sweat must be left on the skin, the throat allowed to bleed | |
| Prepare a stuffing, smash the jaw and jam it down the throat | |
| Then braise your beast for two hours for a healthy, filling treat | |
| Back in Cell Block 427, the rest don't care if he's missing | |
| Two beasts **** frantically, fearful of their slaughter | |
| One bloated specimen rolls off its mate and proceeds with pissing | |
| The shit drips between his legs as he pisses on his rotting daughter |
| zuo qu : Baron, Stig | |
| Welcome to Cell Block 427, it' s 10 o' clock at night | |
| Can you see the rows of bodies twitching in their sleep? | |
| And if you' re hungry, if you fancy a bite | |
| The guards will be obliged to pick the fattest from the heap | |
| They drag the body through the filth by a cruelly mutated arm | |
| Up into the kitchen of the human factory farm | |
| It tries to scream but can' t without a tongue | |
| One more slaughtered in the kitchen of the human factory farm | |
| Recipe: | |
| Take your body, grease it well and rip the kidneys out | |
| The sweat must be left on the skin, the throat allowed to bleed | |
| Prepare a stuffing, smash the jaw and jam it down the throat | |
| Then braise your beast for two hours for a healthy, filling treat | |
| Back in Cell Block 427, the rest don' t care if he' s missing | |
| Two beasts frantically, fearful of their slaughter | |
| One bloated specimen rolls off its mate and proceeds with pissing | |
| The shit drips between his legs as he pisses on his rotting daughter |
| zuò qǔ : Baron, Stig | |
| Welcome to Cell Block 427, it' s 10 o' clock at night | |
| Can you see the rows of bodies twitching in their sleep? | |
| And if you' re hungry, if you fancy a bite | |
| The guards will be obliged to pick the fattest from the heap | |
| They drag the body through the filth by a cruelly mutated arm | |
| Up into the kitchen of the human factory farm | |
| It tries to scream but can' t without a tongue | |
| One more slaughtered in the kitchen of the human factory farm | |
| Recipe: | |
| Take your body, grease it well and rip the kidneys out | |
| The sweat must be left on the skin, the throat allowed to bleed | |
| Prepare a stuffing, smash the jaw and jam it down the throat | |
| Then braise your beast for two hours for a healthy, filling treat | |
| Back in Cell Block 427, the rest don' t care if he' s missing | |
| Two beasts frantically, fearful of their slaughter | |
| One bloated specimen rolls off its mate and proceeds with pissing | |
| The shit drips between his legs as he pisses on his rotting daughter |
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