作词 : Scraping Foetus off ... | |
The waiting becomes torture... distractions become bliss | |
Futility's a luxury when you sleep in blood sperm vomit and piss | |
Huddling to the dead for support... jacking off for warmth | |
Swaddled in less than ashes and rags | |
The payoff's always been over the ridge and the pot of gold is full of shit | |
No hi-ho, hi-ho it's off to work we go | |
Another merry go-down go-down go-down go-down go-down go-down GO-DOWN | |
I seen a prisoner without a clause, living on a diet of dirt and water | |
Being SLAPPED and SLICED because she didn't happen to agree with the WAR-DEN | |
(He had an itchy trigger finger...) | |
Jackboots battering a tattoo on the inside of my skull | |
Militantly hankering for something never done | |
High school memories, once a folly, are now reality due to sheer | |
LACK of PRESENT | |
Death without a trial... dyin ain't a trial... | |
Dying ain't a curse but living sure is worse | |
EACH EXPERIENCE BECOMES MY EPILOGUE | |
Countin my ribs for the thousandth time | |
Dyin on a diet of GRUEL and GRIME | |
They fall down, they don't rise again | |
Where the women are TRODDEN and FORGOTTEN are men | |
They're giving birth to ORPHANS | |
BLACK JEW GLUE | |
The air is old, the comments are cold, I'm covered in lice and scabs and mold | |
My days are numbered, I'm in a daze | |
The door creaks open, the whole room prays... | |
ENTER THE EXTERMINATOR... ENTER THE EXTERMINATOR | |
I hear the sweet sound of syringes crushed underfoot | |
See who set the homefires burning, see who set the husbands burning | |
Make the accusation stick | |
Morale is thin, the air is thick | |
Hard earned self-esteem goes up in a puff of smoke | |
I'm waitin' to die... I'm waitin' to die | |
Too much of a coward to snuff myself... GUESS I'LL JUST HAVE TO SUFFER MYSELF | |
SHOULDER TO SHOULDER TO DETONATOR... ENTER THE EXTERMINATOR | |
SHOULDER TO SHOULDER TO DETONATOR... ENTER THE EXTERMINATOR | |
TERMINATE... TERMINATE... TERMINATE... TERMINATE |
zuo ci : Scraping Foetus off ... | |
The waiting becomes torture... distractions become bliss | |
Futility' s a luxury when you sleep in blood sperm vomit and piss | |
Huddling to the dead for support... jacking off for warmth | |
Swaddled in less than ashes and rags | |
The payoff' s always been over the ridge and the pot of gold is full of shit | |
No hiho, hiho it' s off to work we go | |
Another merry godown godown godown godown godown godown GODOWN | |
I seen a prisoner without a clause, living on a diet of dirt and water | |
Being SLAPPED and SLICED because she didn' t happen to agree with the WARDEN | |
He had an itchy trigger finger... | |
Jackboots battering a tattoo on the inside of my skull | |
Militantly hankering for something never done | |
High school memories, once a folly, are now reality due to sheer | |
LACK of PRESENT | |
Death without a trial... dyin ain' t a trial... | |
Dying ain' t a curse but living sure is worse | |
EACH EXPERIENCE BECOMES MY EPILOGUE | |
Countin my ribs for the thousandth time | |
Dyin on a diet of GRUEL and GRIME | |
They fall down, they don' t rise again | |
Where the women are TRODDEN and FORGOTTEN are men | |
They' re giving birth to ORPHANS | |
BLACK JEW GLUE | |
The air is old, the comments are cold, I' m covered in lice and scabs and mold | |
My days are numbered, I' m in a daze | |
The door creaks open, the whole room prays... | |
ENTER THE EXTERMINATOR... ENTER THE EXTERMINATOR | |
I hear the sweet sound of syringes crushed underfoot | |
See who set the homefires burning, see who set the husbands burning | |
Make the accusation stick | |
Morale is thin, the air is thick | |
Hard earned selfesteem goes up in a puff of smoke | |
I' m waitin' to die... I' m waitin' to die | |
Too much of a coward to snuff myself... GUESS I' LL JUST HAVE TO SUFFER MYSELF | |
SHOULDER TO SHOULDER TO DETONATOR... ENTER THE EXTERMINATOR | |
SHOULDER TO SHOULDER TO DETONATOR... ENTER THE EXTERMINATOR | |
TERMINATE... TERMINATE... TERMINATE... TERMINATE |
zuò cí : Scraping Foetus off ... | |
The waiting becomes torture... distractions become bliss | |
Futility' s a luxury when you sleep in blood sperm vomit and piss | |
Huddling to the dead for support... jacking off for warmth | |
Swaddled in less than ashes and rags | |
The payoff' s always been over the ridge and the pot of gold is full of shit | |
No hiho, hiho it' s off to work we go | |
Another merry godown godown godown godown godown godown GODOWN | |
I seen a prisoner without a clause, living on a diet of dirt and water | |
Being SLAPPED and SLICED because she didn' t happen to agree with the WARDEN | |
He had an itchy trigger finger... | |
Jackboots battering a tattoo on the inside of my skull | |
Militantly hankering for something never done | |
High school memories, once a folly, are now reality due to sheer | |
LACK of PRESENT | |
Death without a trial... dyin ain' t a trial... | |
Dying ain' t a curse but living sure is worse | |
EACH EXPERIENCE BECOMES MY EPILOGUE | |
Countin my ribs for the thousandth time | |
Dyin on a diet of GRUEL and GRIME | |
They fall down, they don' t rise again | |
Where the women are TRODDEN and FORGOTTEN are men | |
They' re giving birth to ORPHANS | |
BLACK JEW GLUE | |
The air is old, the comments are cold, I' m covered in lice and scabs and mold | |
My days are numbered, I' m in a daze | |
The door creaks open, the whole room prays... | |
ENTER THE EXTERMINATOR... ENTER THE EXTERMINATOR | |
I hear the sweet sound of syringes crushed underfoot | |
See who set the homefires burning, see who set the husbands burning | |
Make the accusation stick | |
Morale is thin, the air is thick | |
Hard earned selfesteem goes up in a puff of smoke | |
I' m waitin' to die... I' m waitin' to die | |
Too much of a coward to snuff myself... GUESS I' LL JUST HAVE TO SUFFER MYSELF | |
SHOULDER TO SHOULDER TO DETONATOR... ENTER THE EXTERMINATOR | |
SHOULDER TO SHOULDER TO DETONATOR... ENTER THE EXTERMINATOR | |
TERMINATE... TERMINATE... TERMINATE... TERMINATE |