Song | Antonin Artaud |
Artist | Bauhaus |
Album | Burning From The Inside |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Bauhaus | |
The young man held a gun to the head of God | |
Stick this holy cow | |
Put the audience in action | |
Let the slaughtered take a bow | |
The old man's words, white hot knives | |
Slicing through warm butter | |
The butter is the heart | |
The rancid peeling soul | |
Scratch pictures on asylum walls | |
Broken nails and matchsticks | |
hypodermic hypodermic hypodermic | |
RED FIX | |
One man's poison another man's meat | |
One man's agony another man's treat | |
Artaud lived with his neck paced firmly in the noose | |
Eyes black with pain, | |
Limbs in cramps contorted | |
The theatre and its double | |
The void and the aborted | |
THOSE INDIANS WANK ON HIS BONES (repeat) |
zuo ci : Bauhaus | |
The young man held a gun to the head of God | |
Stick this holy cow | |
Put the audience in action | |
Let the slaughtered take a bow | |
The old man' s words, white hot knives | |
Slicing through warm butter | |
The butter is the heart | |
The rancid peeling soul | |
Scratch pictures on asylum walls | |
Broken nails and matchsticks | |
hypodermic hypodermic hypodermic | |
RED FIX | |
One man' s poison another man' s meat | |
One man' s agony another man' s treat | |
Artaud lived with his neck paced firmly in the noose | |
Eyes black with pain, | |
Limbs in cramps contorted | |
The theatre and its double | |
The void and the aborted | |
THOSE INDIANS WANK ON HIS BONES repeat |
zuò cí : Bauhaus | |
The young man held a gun to the head of God | |
Stick this holy cow | |
Put the audience in action | |
Let the slaughtered take a bow | |
The old man' s words, white hot knives | |
Slicing through warm butter | |
The butter is the heart | |
The rancid peeling soul | |
Scratch pictures on asylum walls | |
Broken nails and matchsticks | |
hypodermic hypodermic hypodermic | |
RED FIX | |
One man' s poison another man' s meat | |
One man' s agony another man' s treat | |
Artaud lived with his neck paced firmly in the noose | |
Eyes black with pain, | |
Limbs in cramps contorted | |
The theatre and its double | |
The void and the aborted | |
THOSE INDIANS WANK ON HIS BONES repeat |