Crikey! My Kneecaps!
Crikey! My Kneecaps! - Bison Carcass songtekst
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The foulness burns your eyes at the sight of this reddened ground The life is torn from it's bearer, ripping it's soul Not so different from you, a lifeles rotting core [x2] Stuffed up with habits and lies, fucked out of reason A carcass in ruin, ruin And you expect your god to deal with your waste, yor god doesn't share your wine You expect your god to deal with your waste, your god sings with the flies In his rotting core six feet down below [x2] As this bison carcass, he created this disease As this bison carcass, he destroys the immune So live your life drapes down, six deep feet down below [x2] Six feet below