I killed a police-wife with a rusty knife Then cut through sinews and bloodways Must I continue ? It's a shame this art is forgotten I'm collecting all that is rotten I love go killing, it's rather thrilling So happy when I find a jelly warm piece of mind Sometimes I wanna see them choking I'll be damned if you think I'm joking I've ripped some eyes I've stripped the thice, I'm not telling lies Down at the bay I throw them away Practicing death, I've messed around As I love to be, it strengthens me Put some in the ground 'cause when it's hot it sooner rot I drilled a hole there too To make the sun shine through (and making love there too) I master high-tech death And to drink their breaths Taking LSD, it's helping me to see As I slayed that sweet Mary Call it robbery Gazing at the sky...wowing When I'm flying high...raving I killed a police-wife with a rusty knife It could have been you Must I continue ?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
