Demo版歌词
Would our Gods have left our grubsteaks cold
As advertised in Revelation?
Glass jaw opens like a puppet head
Sing the lullabies of iconography
Sipping napalm, watching Jackie-O
Scoop Johnny’s memories in her bony hands
Violence for the people
They always eat the hand that bleeds
Fascism for the people
Kill the king and break his wings
We stuck our snouts in stagnant troughs
In love with Auschwitz
We’re bloodied performance of the Helter Skelter
Violence for the people
They always eat the hand that bleeds
Fascism for the people
Kill the king and break his wings
This is what you should fear
You are what you should fear
Violence for the people
They always eat the hand that bleeds
Fascism for the people
Kill the king and break his wings
Where are all the puritans come to wash our hands?
Puke boys cry and shit their pants
Saturday morning suicide
Kill the king and break his wings
Violence for the people
They always eat the hand that bleeds
Fascism for the people
Kill the king and break his wings