作词 : Scraping Foetus off ...
Another hungover morning in the bottom of the Black Lagoon
Purgatory disguised as a room with a view
I used to be in heaven looking down... now I know the inferno from the inside
And you can't see out them windows
And smoke gets in your eyes
And eyes just wanna cry cry cry cry cry cry cry...
An obscene sprawling landscape of NOTHING
And NOTHING is its middle name
Meet you on the corner of Nothing and Nowhere... where in hell is that?
So flat you can't see ten feet in front
I want everything to disappear
Give me an ISOLATION TANK, make a withdrawal from my BLOOD BANK
Yeah, give me another stiff one... and make it a double
I don't know when I've had enough
But I've never had enough and I've never been bad enough
I need it and I need it BAD
And if it ain't bad it ain't worth having
I ain't the most popular boy I know, that's common knowledge in this town
I'm trying hard to D.I.Y. but everything is broken down
GLORY GLORY HALLELUJAH... You get what's coming to ya
You get a stomach tumour
You get a stake right through your heart
I recognize thee Satan and I spit in thine face
Whatever happened to the human race?
What happened to the humanistic faith?
What happens to human waste?
I wanna get the hell out but there ain't much hope of that
fallen into the abyss like a roach in a trap
There ain't a hope in Hades... there ain't a hope in Hell
There ain't a hope in Hades... there ain't a hope in HELL
I don't need a mother no more
I'd rather be an orphan or a son of a bitch 
Or a bastard son who's been dug up dead, worms in eye sockets, holes in my head
Don't excavate if you ain't diggin for gold
'Cos it's a long way up when you're six feet under
Under a pile of human debris
A life fulla LIES and SHIT and RUBBLE
You wanna save yourself the trouble
GORY GLORY HALLELUJAH... You get what's comin to ya
You get a stomach tumour
You get a stake right through your HEART
It isn't very pretty what a town without pity can do
Staring into a waste of space
Bring on the MONOTONY, bring on the LOBOTOMY
And make it a double, and make it a pact
I've had more than I can stand - an hors d'oeuvre of maniac
I've had more fun in an iron lung
I'm cancelling my next birthday
I'm gonna wait 'til the witching hour then watch my life come tumblin' down
The moon's so full it's spilling over
There ain't a hope in HADES... THERE AIN'T A HOPE IN HELL
IT ISN'T VERY PRETTY WHAT A TOWN WITHOUT PITY CAN DO
GLORY GORY HELLELUJAH... You get what's coming to ya
You get a stake right through ya through ya
You get a stake right through your HEART
IT ISN'T VERY PRETTY WHAT A TOWN WITHOUT PITY CAN DO
NO IT AIN'T VERY PRETTY WHAT A TOWN WITHOUT PITY CAN DO
DESCEND... DESCEND
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