{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 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
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Copy to Clipboard: {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 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
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