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Pain is God (PIG Remix)
05:53
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There’s an angel calling in my head
Every word is true
And there’s a devil whoring in my bed
Coming straight for you
Creeps like doubt inside the room
Pain is God
As the prayer of doom is striking noon
Going boom boom boom Boom boom boom
Pain is God
Pain is God
Pain is God
Pain is God
I won’t give you a single breath my every word is true
All the poison in my soul is coming straight at you
I will be complete
I will bathe your feet
I will fill and feed
I will eat and need I unrest in peace
Give me sweet relief
Let me run and hide from the beast inside
My pain is good
My pain is God
Oh feel the rush and rise
Don't spare the rod
Pain is God
Oh give me something to feel
I must believe
Pain is God
The throne of mercy beats bitter proof
The unbelievable and bloody truth
It’s been too late for far too long
My belief was branded wrong
Pain is God
My pain is good
My pain is God
Oh feel the rush and rise
Don't spare the rod
Pain is God
I will be complete
I will bathe your feet
I will fill and feed
I will eat and need
I unrest in peace
Give me sweet relief
Let me run and hide from the beast inside
There’s an angel calling in my head
The Devil is whoring in my bed
There’s an angel calling in my head
The Devil is whoring in my bed
My pain is good
My pain is God
Oh feel the rush and rise
Don't spare the rod
Pain is God
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The seed of evil’s empty gun
Hell is waiting when you’re done
The seed of evil’s empty gun
Hell is waiting when you’re done
The clawing sawing cutting cure
Jesus barters for the pure
In your demon dreams the new machines
Will decline and fall or the poison calls
The seed of evil’s empty gun
Hell is waiting when you’re done
God knows how and God knows why
The truth is wrapped inside a lie
Inside a lie
Inside a lie
The seed of evil’s running thru ya
Now I’m singing hallelujah
The duty bound feed the dirty noise
And the seed of evil’s acting coy
In your demon dreams the new machines
Will decline and fall or the poison calls
The seed of evil’s empty gun
Hell is waiting when you’re done
Are you feeling lucky?
God knows how and God knows why
The truth is wrapped inside a lie
The seed of evil needs to feed
The seed of evil says believe
The cream-fed vicious victims lick
And like to kiss before they’re sick
In your demon dreams the new machines
Will decline and fall or the poison calls
The seed of evil’s empty gun
Hell is waiting when you’re done
The seed of evil’s empty gun
Hell is waiting when you’re done
When you’re done
When you’re done
If you’re lucky...
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Sex & Death (ESA Remix)
05:33
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It’s how we come and how we go
Ich will Schmerz
Du bist Gott
Finde mich
In Sex und Tod
Sex Death - Sex Death
Sex and death is come and go
The flesh and blood red rodeo
Sex and death is come to feed
Sacrifice with your dirty seed
I took the hand and I begged for mercy
I took the dirty dollar and I begged for more
The perfect god of all forgiveness
Will rip and rage and whip you raw
Jesus I have sinned regardless
With the sick and slaves to darkness
Wooed by shepherds’ lamentations
And your faithless congregations
With your highwire vampire fire
Ride the coattails of desire
Fed by filth and discipline
Light your nitroparaffin
I read the atlas of the damned
and offered up my blood-soaked hand
To the death mask kiss and guillotine
Chewing rubber on methamphetamine
Ich will Schmerz
Du bist Gott
Finde mich
In Sex und Tod
Sex Death - Sex Death
I see Johnny’s on the juice
With a Bowie knife and a golden goose
Lie lie on a lulu moon
There’s a ghost waiting in your room
There’s a ghost waiting in your room...
I raised my gallows like a steeple
Put Semtex halos on the people
The altar is my concubine
Battlefield and borderline
Ich will Schmerz
Du bist Gott
Finde mich
In Sex und Tod
Sex Death - Sex Death
Is all we know
The come and go
The flesh and blood
Red rodeo
I see Johnny’s on the juice
With a Bowie knife and a golden goose
Lie lie on a lulu moon
There’s a ghost waiting in your room
Sex Death - Sex Death
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If it’s not now it’s yet to come
The pain in the painting isn’t done
The readiness is all
The last hurrah the curtain call
The bitter church of the new today
The best and the worst of the poison way
It ain’t no shame but a shame for you
The lie came up and the lie was true
The puritans of the torture tide
With a cattle prod so open wide
Hung on the magic meat hook trick
Killed with a cure but never sick
This good for nothing nothing good
Dirt that hides beneath my hood
Bump and bruise on the bitter storm
In the tyranny of the uninformed
I’m sick I’m sick I’m sick
See my celluloid eyes
I bruise I break I bleed I will rise
Pearls lost in my pain
Like tears in rain
Sacrifice and suffer no more
Suffer no more
I hear the note of death you sing
Strangled in the noose you spin
Between the tears that never dry
The stones you fling and the long goodbye
Buy yourself with your own fuck money
In Streetwalk City come strut with honey
Kiss the lip gloss drip disaster
Oh my slave and master
I’m sick I’m sick I’m sick
See my celluloid eyes
I bruise I break I bleed I will rise
Pearls lost in my pain
Like tears in rain
Sacrifice and suffer no more
Suffer no more
Suffer no more
Sacrifice and suffer no more
Be my tabernacle and my proof
I’m the prostitute of truth
The fashion is infection
Testament to misdirection
Just a sight just a sign
To touch the hem of the divine
With secret words the soiled skin
Your secret god could take me in
I’m sick I’m sick I’m sick
See my celluloid eyes
I bruise I break I bleed I will rise
Pearls lost in my pain
Like tears in rain
Sacrifice and suffer no more
Suffer no more...
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I love the smell of rock n roll
Burning holes inside my soul …
I’m the acid Caesar of agony
A pimped up rock n roll refugee
Your Judas kiss on my screen
Spits venom into my dream
Poison Jesus feed me please
The Devil’s drug I’m on my knees
I love the smell of rock n roll
Burning holes inside my soul
I love the smell of rock n roll
Burning holes inside my soul
My fierce freaks and side show bitches
Burn and beat my rage to riches
With a beat so hard and a beat so strong
My blessed torture all night long
Poison Jesus feed me please
The Devil’s drug I’m on my knees
I love the smell of rock n roll
Burning holes inside my soul
I love the smell of rock n roll
Burning holes inside my soul
The acid Caesar of agony
A pimped up rock n roll refugee
I’m the acid Caesar of agony
A pimped up rock n roll refugee
I love the smell of rock n roll
Burning holes inside my soul
I love the smell of rock n roll
Burning holes inside my soul
I love the smell of rock n roll
Burning holes inside my soul
I love the smell of rock n roll
Burning holes inside my soul
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Sing the chord of truth
Lost whoring for the proof
Put the taser on your teeth
Feel the stick that brings belief
Big sale on the coma dream
Tune out from the daily scream
Time’s up in tinsel town
The neon demon’s clown
See the poison is dripping
And the mask that is slipping
With the dirty temptation
In the new isolation
The reign in terror town
Where all my dreams have drowned
Into divine descent
My sins I do repent
The reign in terror town
Repent
Repent
Nailed to the poison tree
The demon seed sets you free
Burns the bishop’s bile
Judge and jury of the trial
Truth is television
Breathe the lie into submission
With the beaten and the bored
Unbelieved and overawed
The poison is dripping
And the mask that is slipping
With the dirty temptation
In the new isolation
The reign in terror town
Where all my dreams have drowned
Into divine descent
My sins I do repent
I heard you beat the odds
Tuned in the newest gods
And bribed the crooked crown
To reign in terror town
Cut the holy mountain
Part the bloody sea
The purest of the pure
Hanging on my dirty tree
With second sight and visions
The inquisition’s free
From digital decisions
To feed the free and brave
The reign in terror town
Where all my dreams have drowned
Into divine descent
My sins I do repent
Repent
Put the taser on your teeth
Feel the stick that brings belief
Put the taser on your teeth
In the new isolation
Feel the stick that brings belief
In the new isolation
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I’ve got a church with a shiny star
A little pistol and a candy bar
Every trigger wants a bullet
And every bully wants to pull it
An invitation to the latest plague
From the god for the toxic age
Rampage revolution riot
Up against the wall if you don’t go quiet
Rampage revolution riot
Up against the wall if you don’t go quiet
Hell to pay in the USA
There’s hell to pay in the USA
Hell to pay in the USA
At one with the devil in the new decay
Hell to pay in the USA
Salivating like a hungry dog
You got a spoilt and jealous god
What you own ain’t what you are
A little tool with a tiny car
Your messiah with another name
A little finger that will point and blame
Rampage revolution riot
Up against the wall if you don’t go quiet
Rampage revolution riot
Up against the wall if you don’t go quiet
Hell to pay in the USA
There’s hell to pay in the USA
Hell to pay in the USA
At one with the devil in the new decay
Hell to pay in the USA
Hell to pay in the USA
I’ve got a church with a shiny star
A little pistol and a candy bar
A little pistol and a candy bar
A little pistol and a candy bar
Hell to pay in the USA
Hell to pay in the USA
Rampage revolution riot
Up against the wall if you don’t go quiet
Rampage revolution riot
Up against the wall if you don’t go quiet
Up against the wall if you don’t go quiet
Up against the wall if you don’t go quiet
Up against the wall
... Don’t go quiet
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I was born screaming astride the grave
to a whiplash chemical bombing slave
Hanging off a millstone nailed
to the teeth of Jesus that marked me fail
The clock is crawling up to noon
Judgement day is coming soon
Suck it all up and Americanise
And teach your god to weaponise
I cut my bolts with the blowtorch blues
Turn my monkey wrench and screw
Blitz and purge my vicious tongue
Cut my teeth and aim this gun
The bell is tolling with the proof
Playing three chords and the truth
Hurt seeks out the holy temple
Fury meets the fundamental
Feel the faith is wearing thin
On barren bones belief begins
Suck it all up and Americanise
And teach your god to weaponise
Burn your beliefs at the witching hour
Turn off reason and up the power
Now the rats rule the night
With a baseball bat and pure delight
The bell is tolling with the proof
Playing three chords and the truth
I’m no good I’m not right
I burn and break in the red hot night
I’m no good I’m not right
I burn and break in the red hot night
The supernova technique trap
Of every pain upon the map
The rod of rage writes the scar
Of the overdose in the hate bazaar
The bell is tolling with the proof
Playing three chords and the truth
Suck it all up and Americanise
Teach your god to weaponise
Suck it all up and Americanise
Teach your god to weaponise
I’m no good I’m not right
I burn and break in the red hot night
I’m no good I’m not right
I burn and break in the red hot night
Death put your lips on mine
My liquor drinking valentine
Death put your lips on mine
My liquor drinking valentine
I cut my bolts with the blowtorch blues
I turn my monkey wrench and screw
Blitz and purge my vicious tongue
I cut my teeth and aim this gun
The bell is tolling with the proof
Playing three chords and the truth
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I can’t tear myself away
But I’ll tear myself apart
Can’t tear myself away
As I tear myself apart
I like to fall before I stand
with the drugged the dangerous and the damned
Let your maggots feed on me
A little recipe to set you free
Stir with the fat of want and war
Cos I am wed to wanting more
Row me across the blood red river
I can lose myself for ever and ever and ever...
I shake I shout it’s mine I swear
I was given a sign
I shake I shout it’s mine I swear
I was given a sign
I can’t tear myself away
But I’ll tear myself apart
I can’t tear myself away
But I’ll tear myself apart
You’re sick spit on my skin
And the Devil said come on in
You’re sick spit on my skin
And the Devil said come on in
I’m smashing my transmission towers
Cos I’ve been waiting for fucking hours
The microphone’s a microscope
Picking up a dangerous word like hope
Sanctified by the mercy call
“Which way will the city fall?”
As the crow-fed butcher by another name
Was pitching for the custody of pain
I shake I shout it’s mine
I swear I was given a sign
I shake I shout it’s mine
I swear I was given a sign
I can’t tear myself away
But I’ll tear myself apart
I can’t tear myself away
But I’ll tear myself apart
Suck suck on the monkey pump
It's empty but I’m not drunk
Suck suck on the monkey pump
It's empty but I’m not drunk
You’re sick spit on my skin
And the Devil said come on in
You’re sick spit on my skin
And the Devil said come on in
I can’t tear myself away
But I’ll tear myself apart
I can’t tear myself away
But I’ll tear myself apart
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The oldest little bitch in town screams “up to party?”
And shoots you down
Says you believe and you’ll receive
A brand new cure through a new disease
The archangel of the dark delights
Comes to visit every night
You’ll buy the faith buy the fear
Put on your uniform and disappear
Here comes Venus with the golden pearls
Decoder of your unknown worlds
The highest priest of the lowest places
Feeds the hate in all your sordid spaces
Do pious battle on your borders
Submitting to the new disorders
The oldest little bitch in town screams “up to party?”
And shoots us down
Shoots us down
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Join the empire of the senseless
Have your fun with the defenceless
Take your conscience by the throat
Swear your mobocratic oath
Oh yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
We got beliefs that you will die for
I cross my heart I’d never lie or
Torture truth and twist the story
Or trade up tragedy for glory
Mob
Mob
Mobocracy
Mob
Mob
Mobocracy
You detonate like a dirty bomb
The never right meets the always wrong
In the endless song
Mob
Mob
Mobocracy
Mob
Mob
Mobocracy
The obsolete is on repeat
The ghost is risen from its sleep
A million demons on the pin
Dance with the oldest bitter sin
Mob
Mob
Mobocracy
Mob
Mob
Mobocracy
You detonate like a dirty bomb
The never right meets the always wrong
In the endless song
Mobocracy don’t reason why
Mobocracy says do or die
Mobocracy don’t reason why
Mobocracy says do or die
Do or die
Do or die
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I’m a man who’s sick but I got class
Cos you only get respect when you’re kickin ass
You know I like everything about you
The way you’re talking it’s quite exciting
Keep me up and hide my face
The way I’m eating, it’s a social disgrace
I wanna a lot of this loving feeling
The way you twist me and I like the bleeding
I wanna a lot of this loving feeling
The way you twist me and I like the bleeding
It’s really neat driving in this car
Shut the door
Let’s hope to god we can get it right
I know a place we can rock alright
Nobody’s gonna catch you and get a fright
It’s the little one that makes me
The big one that breaks me
And now it’s later and I’m washing my hands
It’s the arena, the promised land
And now it’s later and I’m washing my hands
In the arena of the promised land
Fighting on a price sitting on a stump
Someone’s gonna get you then a thump, thump, thump
Fighting on a price sitting on a stump
Someone’s gonna get you then a thump, thump, thump
I’m a man who’s sick but I got class
Cos you only get respect when you’re kickin ass
I’m a man who’s sick but I got class
Cos you only get respect when you’re kickin ass
Ain’t it funny when it gets so big
But I know you’re gonna take everything I give
For sure you say it’s a lot of meat
But you get it all in and it’s a hell of a treat
I’m a man who’s sick
But I got class
Cos you only get respect when you’re kickin ass
I’m a man who’s sick
But I got class
Cos you only get respect when you’re kickin ass
I’m a man who’s sick
But I got class
Cos you only get respect when you’re kickin ass
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Slave behave from cradle to grave
Save your skin and the wages of sin
I’m flying with the queen of bats
Drinking venom with the fattest rats
Loose the lightening from the bottle
The Devil’s boot is on the throttle
Tastes like heaven when I’m in hell
The silver secret pill don’t tell
The spotlight burned the libertine
The red priest of the slot machine
Give me correction all of the time
Ain’t that a line that sticks in mind?
Bleep bleep baby bleep
The edge of reason is the blade I keep
Slave behave from cradle to grave
Save your skin and the wages of sin
Slave behave from cradle to grave
Save your skin and the wages of sin
I’m standing in a dead man’s clothes
The highest calling with the lowest blows
Bleep bleep baby bleep
The edge of reason is the blade I keep
Rage on benzedrine
Flames and gasoline
Fed goose step oil you bought unseen
from the bargain basement’s broken dream
Bleep bleep baby bleep
The edge of reason is the blade I keep
Slave behave from cradle to grave
Save your skin and the wages of sin
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Give me the good stuff and turn off the light
I’ll hear your confession whispered tonight
I can listen for hours
Give me conviction
Give me crusade
And wicked behaviour
So this sinner is saved
Blame blame baby blame
Confession will spell your name with blame
Your name in flames and shame
Shame on you
Blame sister blame
Your guilt is purified in flames
From blame your name from shame
Shame on you
Shame on you
Shame on you
Bring me the good stuff
Put out the fire
Every transgression and filthy desire
See the possessed disciples feast
On the famine and gun
They’re feeding the beast
Jesus... this is piggy
Blame blame baby blame
Confession will spell your name with blame
Your name in flames and shame
Shame on you
Blame sister blame
Your guilt is purified in flames
From blame your name from shame
Shame on you
Shame shame shame shame on you
Shame shame shame shame on you
Blame blame baby blame
Confession will spell your name with blame
Your name in flames and shame
Shame on you
Shame on you
You are the curse that I can’t deny
You are the curse that’ll never die
You are the curse that I can’t deny
You are the curse that’ll never die
Shame on you
Shame on you
You are the curse that I can’t deny
You are the curse that’ll never die …
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The seed of evil’s empty gun
Hell is waiting when you’re done
The seed of evil’s empty gun
Hell is waiting when you’re done
The clawing sawing cutting cure
Jesus barters for the pure
In your demon dreams the new machines
Will decline and fall or the poison calls
The seed of evil’s empty gun
Hell is waiting when you’re done
God knows how and God knows why
The truth is wrapped inside a lie
Inside a lie
Inside a lie
The seed of evil’s running thru ya
Now I’m singing hallelujah
The duty bound feed the dirty noise
And the seed of evil’s acting coy
In your demon dreams the new machines
Will decline and fall or the poison calls
The seed of evil’s empty gun
Hell is waiting when you’re done
Are you feeling lucky?
God knows how and God knows why
The truth is wrapped inside a lie
The seed of evil needs to feed
The seed of evil says believe
The cream-fed vicious victims lick
And like to kiss before they’re sick
In your demon dreams the new machines
Will decline and fall or the poison calls
The seed of evil’s empty gun
Hell is waiting when you’re done
The seed of evil’s empty gun
Hell is waiting when you’re done
When you’re done
When you’re done
If you’re lucky...
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Slave behave from cradle to grave
Save your skin and the wages of sin
I’m flying with the queen of bats
Drinking venom with the fattest rats
Loose the lightening from the bottle
The Devil’s boot is on the throttle
Tastes like heaven when I’m in hell
The silver secret pill don’t tell
The spotlight burned the libertine
The red priest of the slot machine
Give me correction all of the time
Ain’t that a line that sticks in mind?
Bleep bleep baby bleep
The edge of reason is the blade I keep
Slave behave from cradle to grave
Save your skin and the wages of sin
Slave behave from cradle to grave
Save your skin and the wages of sin
I’m standing in a dead man’s clothes
The highest calling with the lowest blows
Bleep bleep baby bleep
The edge of reason is the blade I keep
Rage on benzedrine
Flames and gasoline
Fed goose step oil you bought unseen
from the bargain basement’s broken dream
Bleep bleep baby bleep
The edge of reason is the blade I keep
Slave behave from cradle to grave
Save your skin and the wages of sin
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Bring out your dead
Bring out your dead
Deliverance is in sight
Deliverance comes tonight
Deliverance comes with a hook and blade
And a scar that says you’ve paid
Deliverance is in sight
Deliverance comes tonight
Deliverance comes like a hand grenade
Pull for Jesus and you’ll be saved
Bring out your dead
We’re gonna pole dance for Jesus
And burn those books to light the darkness
And our pimp will feed us
Bring out your dead
Sick up your lies
Kiss yourself goodbye
Dreams fall like fruit and thrills
I better take my courage pills
Wash your blood in a poison sea
In the shadow of the hanging tree
Everybody’s coming in a world of blame
Take a dollar and shine your name
Born in the hungry storm of plenty
Filled to the brim but always empty
Suckled on a high to get so low
I want a cause and a cure to go
Bring out your dead
Cause they don’t believe you
Bring out your dead
When no one sees you
Swing for your dead
Is mercy heard?
Sing for your dead
With your final word
Deliverance is in sight
Deliverance comes tonight
Deliverance comes with a hook and blade
And a brand new scar that says you’ve paid
Deliverance is in sight
Deliverance comes tonight
Deliverance comes like a hand grenade
Pull for Jesus and you’ll be saved
Deliverance is in sight
Deliverance comes tonight
Deliverance
The voice in the valley said
“TEMPTATION’S talking through the dead”
Full speed’s a total stop
Ask the god that time forgot
The bitter truth like a running sore
Is stuck like a pig on your culling claw
In the pure poisonous promised land
Take the gauntlet not the hand
Bring out your dead
Cause they don’t believe you
Bring out your dead
When no one sees you
Swing for your dead
Is mercy heard?
Sing for your dead
With your final word
Shouting in an empty room
The king of dirt and the silent night
Renting out a golden tomb
To a brand new cult that treats you right
With a door that slides like a guillotine
Shuts on you every time you scream
Bring out your dead
Bring out your dead
Deliverance is in sight
Deliverance comes tonight
Deliverance comes with a hook and blade
And a brand new scar that says you’ve paid
Deliverance is in sight
Deliverance comes tonight
Deliverance comes like a hand grenade
Pull for Jesus and you’ll be saved
Deliverance is in sight
Deliverance comes tonight
Deliverance
Deliverance comes like a running sore
Stuck like a pig on your culling claw
Deliverance comes like a running sore
Stuck like a pig on your culling claw
Deliverance is in sight
Deliverance comes tonight
Deliverance comes with a hook and blade
And a brand new scar that says you’ve paid
Deliverance is in sight
Deliverance comes tonight
Deliverance comes like a hand grenade
Pull for Jesus and you’ll be saved
Deliverance is in sight
Deliverance comes tonight
Deliverance comes like a running sore
Stuck like a pig on your culling claw
Deliverance is in sight
Deliverance comes tonight
Deliverance...
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Give me the good stuff and turn off the light
I’ll hear your confession whispered tonight
I can listen for hours
Give me conviction
Give me crusade
And wicked behaviour
So this sinner is saved
Blame blame baby blame
Confession will spell your name with blame
Your name in flames and shame
Shame on you
Blame sister blame
Your guilt is purified in flames
From blame your name from shame
Shame on you
Shame on you
Shame on you
Bring me the good stuff
Put out the fire
Every transgression and filthy desire
See the possessed disciples feast
On the famine and gun
They’re feeding the beast
Jesus... this is piggy
Blame blame baby blame
Confession will spell your name with blame
Your name in flames and shame
Shame on you
Blame sister blame
Your guilt is purified in flames
From blame your name from shame
Shame on you
Shame shame shame shame on you
Shame shame shame shame on you
Blame blame baby blame
Confession will spell your name with blame
Your name in flames and shame
Shame on you
Shame on you
You are the curse that I can’t deny
You are the curse that’ll never die
You are the curse that I can’t deny
You are the curse that’ll never die
Shame on you
Shame on you
You are the curse that I can’t deny
You are the curse that’ll never die …
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19. |
Badland (PIG Remix)
05:30
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I was born screaming astride the grave
to a whiplash chemical bombing slave
Hanging off a millstone nailed
to the teeth of Jesus that marked me fail
The clock is crawling up to noon
Judgement day is coming soon
Suck it all up and Americanise
And teach your god to weaponise
I cut my bolts with the blowtorch blues
Turn my monkey wrench and screw
Blitz and purge my vicious tongue
Cut my teeth and aim this gun
The bell is tolling with the proof
Playing three chords and the truth
Hurt seeks out the holy temple
Fury meets the fundamental
Feel the faith is wearing thin
On barren bones belief begins
Suck it all up and Americanise
And teach your god to weaponise
Burn your beliefs at the witching hour
Turn off reason and up the power
Now the rats rule the night
With a baseball bat and pure delight
The bell is tolling with the proof
Playing three chords and the truth
I’m no good I’m not right
I burn and break in the red hot night
I’m no good I’m not right
I burn and break in the red hot night
The supernova technique trap
Of every pain upon the map
The rod of rage writes the scar
Of the overdose in the hate bazaar
The bell is tolling with the proof
Playing three chords and the truth
Suck it all up and Americanise
Teach your god to weaponise
Suck it all up and Americanise
Teach your god to weaponise
I’m no good I’m not right
I burn and break in the red hot night
I’m no good I’m not right
I burn and break in the red hot night
Death put your lips on mine
My liquor drinking valentine
Death put your lips on mine
My liquor drinking valentine
I cut my bolts with the blowtorch blues
I turn my monkey wrench and screw
Blitz and purge my vicious tongue
I cut my teeth and aim this gun
The bell is tolling with the proof
Playing three chords and the truth
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I believe in America
And the miracle tree
The fruit of the Devil
And the skeleton key
Picking the lock
My missiles and meds
Feeding the monster living in my head
Excommunication decontamination
Excommunicate my fear
Decontamination with my tears
I hear the wolf start scratching
Fear and panic spread and catching
Pollution is contamination
Solutions are the new salvation
You fed the twilight of the dogs
With the dark dimension’s demagogue
Yeah yeah yeah I’m cursed
Lick lick lick
Yeah yeah yeah
I’m cursed
Lick lick lick
I’m cursed I’m cured I’m blessed I’m pure
With a whip and you’re sick
So lick lick lick
Lick lick lick
Uncork the Kool-Aid
Purify the cult
And here’s the lamb for slaughter
Bring your testament to order
The president shouts the president said
The truth was born deformed and dead
Belt up for the new restrictions
The viral force-fed benedictions
Excommunication decontamination
Excommunicate my fear
Decontamination with my tears
Yeah yeah yeah
I’m cursed
Lick lick lick
Yeah yeah yeah
I’m cursed
Lick lick lick
I’m cursed I’m cured I’m blessed I’m pure
With a whip and you’re sick
So lick lick lick
Lick lick lick
Yeah yeah yeah I’m cursed
Lick lick lick
Yeah yeah yeah
I’m cursed
Lick lick lick
I’m cursed I’m cured I’m blessed I’m pure
With a whip and you’re sick
So lick lick lick
Lick lick lick
Lick lick lick
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PIG London, UK
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