Blackbird Raum
California/Fetid Adder's Tongue
Wake in the morning, the hold of the anchorThe walk of the cunning, the hole in the shipIt's easy to be firemen in a house made of brickSpit the puss from your mouth, you bastardYou ruin my dress when you talkGiven a sentence, laid on a plateShake hands and eat the shitThe acquitted were hard rung through a dripping clothLaugh like an empty can with a stringSeven times you wrap your craven tongue around a torchSwine they wallow, they scuttle there a paradise of muckHens they cackle, they love to talk they love their suffering
From Letras Mania