Foetus Cold day in Hell Letras:
(J.G. Thirwell)
If Moses had heard about this one there
would've been another commandment:
"Thou shalt not slaver on thine cadaver
whilst all thine fat is in the fire"
This isn't the melody that lingers on,
it's the malady that malingers on
There's the Devil to pay - he can keep the
change - I can't stand the thought of another cold day...
I AIN'T GOT A CHINAMAN'S CHANCE IN LIMBO
Mass breathing, mass seething, mass
bleeding, mass seeding, mass debating
Mass existence is the cause of my problems,
gotta choose between suicide and genoicide
I've been impaled by the sins of World Ware Two
Can't sleep for the skins of six million jews
I'd join the Ku Klux Klan just to get the
uniform - or a good night's sleep
ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE
The jig is up - My fate is sealed
I'm stood at the gallows again
The inscription on my tombstone reads "WISH YOU WERE HERE"
The tearing of my FLESH - The thud of my CARCASS
The rhythmic crunch of bone
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Crucifixion is my addiction...
I SPENT A MONTH OF SUNDAYS IN A COLD DAY IN HELL
When it's one man against the world, I
shouldn't have so much time to complain
I found there was a hole in my spiritual
parachute after I jumped from the astral plain
No escape from four stone slimy walls I built
up while trying to knock them down
DEATH warrant DEATH wwatch DEATH rattle
DEATH'S door - ain't I died enough before?
Deliver me from this treachery... Deliver me from this AGONY
Stop trying to make a man of me... I ain't got the raw materials, see?
I'm a killer with a label and a blueprint of
Babel and all of my DEATH cards are on the table
I met my maker and I don't like what I see... Medusa is fondling me
Blut und Boten are strictly verboten, it's a classic case of mort subite
But what I thought was the quickest solution
turned out to be satanic destiny
ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE
The jig is up - my fate is sealed
I'm stood on the gallows again
The inscription on my tombstone reads "WISH YOU WERE HERE"
I DIED EVERY NIGHT FOR A THOUSAND YEARS
The tearing of my FLESH - the thud of my CARCASS
THE RHYTHMIC CRUNCH OF BONE
Crucifixion is my addiction...
I SPENT A MONTH OF SUNDAYS IN A COLD DAY IN HELL
I SPENT A MONTH OF SUNDAYS IN A COLD DAY IN HELL
I SPENT A MONTH OF SUNDAYS IN A COLD DAY IN HELL
I SPENT A MONTH OF SUNDAYS IN A COLD DAY IN HELL
Letras: Cold day in Hell Foetus [final]