(You all thought I was F***ed B4)
Turn down this dial, awhile, please
kill the radio, daddio, trance
or chain of thought, I bought
the bigman's pistola, ya know
the whoa manchild rears, fears
his light, I reach for a beer.
Now these veins and entrails fall
from my chin, your gore
in my smile.
KILL! KILL! KILL! Sweet Medusa,
sinners we are, war
on the ravaged bodies
of unborn babies, baring their
fangs for blood, the rabies, my
thoughts of a better world.........
kill the radio, daddio, trance
or chain of thought, I bought
the bigman's pistola, ya know
the whoa manchild rears, fears
his light, I reach for a beer.
Now these veins and entrails fall
from my chin, your gore
in my smile.
KILL! KILL! KILL! Sweet Medusa,
sinners we are, war
on the ravaged bodies
of unborn babies, baring their
fangs for blood, the rabies, my
thoughts of a better world.........
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