Foetus - Ramrod, Foetus 가사

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Anything (Viva!) ---------------- FEE FI FO FUM It takes two to tangle it takes one to come Some things are better left unsaid, like A pound of protection beats an ounce of lead FEE FI FO FUM There must be some kinda romance in bein DUMB Find a belt fulla bullets, fill your head fulla dread Float like a butterfly, sting like a MANTA RAY FEE FI FO FUM There must be some kinda romance in being DUMB Cos the blind lead the blind lead the blind lead the blind lead the blind lead the blind ead the blind lead the blind lead the BLIND ...and every man for himself You start to admire the flagrant disregard For the sanctity of other peoples lives By the FILTHY FEW in positions of POWER Who go for the jugular in order to survive DISINFECT those dangerous RABID DOGS Make sure the kids stay in Cos if you wanna be immortal you gotta have something to trade in... Tobacco chompin' soldier of misfortune in that battle they call life With the warm soft breeze of SANTA ANA whistlin round dem frail dry bones I'm da COCKROACH in your tinseltown-- CRY YOU MERCY!I AM THE LAW! When the time runs out When the money runs out I CAN DO ANY GODDAMN THING I WANT! Get outa my sight Get outa my way Get outa my way GET OUTA MY WAY Run the gauntlet north and south March on up to the cannon's mouth And say I can do any goddamn thing I want Take the bull by the horns Gonna slit me some throats on the White House lawns I can do any goddamn thing I want I'm the cockroach in your tinseltown CRY YOU MERCY--I AM THE LAW! And I can do any goddamn thing I want POWER makes PAIN so wear rhino hide If you see a white flash you better cover your eyes Cos I can do any goddamn thing I want CHANGE YOUR MIND--MIND YOUR CHANGE KEEP THE ENEMY IN FOCUS AND IN YOUR RANGE AND SAY I CAN DO ANY GODDAMN THING I WANT I can do ANYTHING! ANYTHING! ANYTHING! ANYTHING! Get outa ma way GET OUTA MA WAY! I can do any goddamn thing I want I can do any goddamn thing I want I can do any GODDAMN THING I WANT I CAN DO ANY GODDAMN THING I WANT I can do ANYTHING! ANYTHING! ANYTHING! ANYTHING! ANYTHING! ANYTHING! ANYTHING! ANYTHING! Descent Into The Inferno ------------------------ Another hungover morning in the bottom of the Black Lagoon Purgatory disguised as a room with a view I used to be in heaven looking down... now I know the inferno from the inside And you can't see out them windows And smoke gets in your eyes And eyes just wanna cry cry cry cry cry cry cry... An obscene sprawling landscape of NOTHING And NOTHING is its middle name Meet you on the corner of Nothing and Nowhere... where in hell is that? So flat you can't see ten feet in front I want everything to disappear Give me an ISOLATION TANK, make a withdrawal from my BLOOD BANK Give me another STIFF one... and make it a double I don't know when I've had enough But I've NEVER had enough and I've never bin BAD enough I need it and I need it BAD And if it ain't bad it ain't worth having I ain't the most popular boy I know, that's common knowledge in this town I'm trying hard to D.I.Y. but everything is broken down GLORY GLORY HALLELUJAH... You get what's coming to ya You get a stomach tumour You get a stake right through your HEART I recognize thee Satan and I spit in thine face Whatever happened to the human race? What happened to the humanistic faith? What happens to human waste? I wanna get the hell out but there ain't much hope of that FALLEN into the ABYSS like a roach in a trap There ain't a hope in Hades... there ain't a hope in Hell There ain't a hope in Hades... there ain't a hope in HELL I don't need a mother no more I'd rather be an ORPHAN or a SONOVABITCH or a BASTARD SON who's been dug up DEAD, worms in eyesockets, holes in ma head Don't excavate if you ain't diggin for gold Cos it's a long way up when you're SIX FEET UNDER Under a pile of HUMAN DEBRIS A life fulla LIES and SHIT and RUBBLE You wanna save yourself the trouble GORY GLORY HALLELUJAH... You get what's comin to ya You get a stomach tumour You get a stake right through your HEART IT ISN'T VERY PRETTY WHAT A TOWN WITHOUT PITY CAN DO Staring into a waste of space Bring on the MONOTONY bring on the LOBOTOMY And make it a double, and make it a pact I've had more than I can stand--and hors d'oeuvre of maniac I've had more fun in an IRON LUNG I'm cancelling my NEXT BIRTHDAY I mo wait til the witching hour then watch my life come tumblin' down The moon's so full it's spilling over There ain't a hope in HADES... THERE AIN'T A HOPE IN HELL IT ISN'T VERY PRETTY WHAT A TOWN WITHOUT PITY CAN DO GLORY GORY HELLELUJAH... You get what's coming to ya You get a stake right through ya through ya You get a stake right through your HEART IT ISN'T VERY PRETTY WHAT A TOWN WITHOUT PITY CAN DO NO IT AIN'T VERY PRETTY WHAT A TOWN WITHOUT PITY CAN DO DESCEND... DESCEND DESCEND... DESCEND... DESCEND... DESCEND The Throne Of Agony ------------------- Hello, operator... give me NO-MAN'S LAND Collect call to no one at all Been yelling into an empty closet to the point of no return (and no deposit) Fiddlin and watchin while ROME BOINS A roll of the dice: the WOIM TOINS Hello, central... give me NO-MAN'S LAND From a walking waste disposal unit A transfusion from me'd kill the faint of heart Alas POOR YORICK... I knew me well but I bin killin ma brain CELL BY CELL It only takes a bullet to make the WOIM TOIN--an this one's for you... The toll is belling... the signs is telling Nose is running... feet are smellin (Foetus Melon) Currently less than a human wreck Gimme a BREAK... start at the NECK I rule my body from the throne of agony My conscience and constitution's naggin me Clock up another TRACHEOTOMY STAB another dagger inna back o' me The dark gods boint ma evil SOUL Ma brittle spirit's toint to COAL I rule my body from the throne of agony THE THRONE OF AGONY AGONY Chalk up another frozen pizza... choke up another thousand marlboros Anything goes for them ordinary joes They'll cut off your face to spite your nose I don't need to touch their toes to know I've already reached my ALL TIME LOW Pacin' ruts inna carpet Eatin' up the wallpaper, crawlin' the walls, sick on the ceiling DEAD IN THE HEAD Shut the shutters... I shoulda stayed in bed Complainin bout ma campaign against personal decency I got no excuses Just rules wrapped in barbed wire, laced with busted glass (Yeah, I'm the one who gave the sandwich to Mama Cass) Stoke up and poke up my funeral pyre And watch my life flicker before your very eyes With no commercial breaks... NO BRAKES NO BRAKES... (kill me baby) Pour another glass of liquid clear KING ALCOHOL Drinkin hard to not remember what I'd just as soon forget String around the finger... ROPE around the NECK You always HATE the one you LOVE Time dies when you're having fun Bedrock ------- I bin tappin yo phone ma little rattlesnake Yeah - slimes of a feather grime together I oughta scatter your brains from here to White Plains You're the dirty rat that killed my brother Louie "She killed Louie? Louie da fly?" Well, now, I like that in a girl... Shoulda gunned down the bastard sonovabitch down myself But now - I ain't into blackmail So I might spare your life tonight Well I'm making a list Checking it twice Deciding on just who deserves to die And you just made it baby (Yeah, you just made it, baby) Yeah I know you go Romeo Romeo o Romeo wherefore art thou Romeo Well I'm a two-fisted fucker getting hard in my pants And hot under the collar (Hot under the collar) Well I'm the granite man... sic em, bwah... A woman's place is on ma face Eat my fire I'm the new Messiah Birds gotta fly... fish gotta fry I'm the lava scab with a lava slab Well I'm the granite man (He's the granite man) I can hold a blackjack and a bottle in one hand And a switchblade in the other And I know how to use 'em (Yeah, he knows how to use 'em) I bin 8-balled by the Grand Poobah Cos I'm the granite man (He's the granite man) I got some falling green, how about a few drinks We could take in a strip show... Then go down to the bowery and set fire to a few bums heh heh, yeah... Cause some havoc in the shroud of darkness Have a private Holocaust between the sheets, you'n'me, baby... Come to Bedrock... Come to Bedrock... Come to Bedrock... Come to Bedrock... Rock... Rock... Rock... Well I'm the granite man (Do ya understand?) Howzabout it, baby, c'mon, lay down in the sand Well I'm the granite man (He's the granite man) C'mon and lay down in ma dirt Lay down on the slab with the lava scab Come to Bedrock... Come to Bedrock... Come to Bedrock... Come to Bedrock... Rock... Rock... Rock... Ramrod ------ Just blew into Retard City, USA And I bin here so many many many times before Made a sacrifice on the shrine of Bacchus Blue ruin... Lemon on the side... Hair of the dog for this son of a cur That soldier of misfortune With one club foot Learnt the long arm of the law from a wrong arm raw Talking down the barrel of a Smith & Wesson 45 Get outta town by sundown, chum Don't like your type round here You might as well have one club foot Find a crowbar through your windshield Two front tires slashed Posse of irate fatback rednecks Looking for another white nigger to trash Well when the going gets tough the tough get going Get going... get tough Get angry stay hungry get mean stay lean Say what you mean and say it mean You tell the truth you go to the guillotine You lose your head but your conscience is clean Don't buy into no one else's dream Say what you mean and say it mean So you pack your lungs full of nicotine And pack a coupla bottles of gasoline Say what you mean and say it mean Say what you mean and say it mean Like a ramrod ramrod ramrod ramrod Learnt the long arm of the law from a wrong arm raw Talking down the barrel of a Smith & Wesson 45 Get outta town by sundown, chum Don't like your type round here No water round here for you boy Or your one club foot Get angry stay hungry stay lean get mean Say what you mean and say it mean Like a ramrod ramrod ramrod Battering ram battling ram ramrod Ramrod ramrod ramrod Battering ram battling ram ramrod I'll Meet You In Poland, Baby ----------------------------- SUCK ON THIS, SQUAREHEAD I hear you got a six inch guarantee of unilateral security Well me and Stalin, we just signed a mutual non-aggression pact I'm gonna put CASE WHITE into effect Prepare yourself for CONFLICT baby I'll cook you a stew you'll choke on I tore up your VERSAILLES TREATY Today is the FIRST of SEPTEMBER See you at your graveside, baby I'll meet you in Poland, baby I want to PUMP you FULL of BURNING LEAD Cause six million casualties Well I gave you a lot of slack--but all I get from you is FLAK I'm gonna put CASE WHITE into effect Prepare yourself for conflict baby Passing information to HIGH COMMAND We have ways of making you TALK Today is the FIRST of SEPTEMBER See you at your FUNERAL, baby I'll meet you in Poland, baby (you got me confused with) someone who cares -------------------------------------------- pins and needles needles and pins a happy man is a man that wins just waitin for ships that never come in but it aint over til the fat lady sings pins and needles needles and pills a happy man is a man that kills thru the clouds up the mouhntain i took the back stairs you got me confused with someone who cares swastikas driftin outa my credo i left my libido in a rented tuxedo the low man on the totem pole well im-a gettin old,im-a gettin sold feast or famine baby banquet or beast you got me confused with someone who cares whatever dont kill you makes you stronger into the eye of the hurricane i worry about what never happens theres a last time for everything pins and needles needles and pins a happy man is a man that wins beast or famine baby beggar or beast you got me confused with someone who cares with someone who cares pins and needles needles and pills Wash It All Off ---- -- --- --- Fear isn't fun... what price enjoyment From an ashtray anchor acne ashtray like you Give me apathy... give me pain Give me pain like a nicotine stain And I can't decide if you're malignant or benign You're a hit and run, hit and run, you are a hit and run That's right baby... Wash it all off That's right baby, wash it Wash it all off You gotta wash it Supercalifragilistic sadomasochism I'm simping and I'm scraving until the next little fill-in-a-hole Mental hygiene Assassinate Assassinator-nita-nator Wash it all off Wash it You gotta wash it Supercalifragilistic sadomasochism I can see the quality but you just feel the length Stretch and poke and pop and stretch and poke and pop and stretch and poke And stretchpokepop stretchpokepop stretch Wash it all off Come on that's right baby wash it Wash it wash wash wash wash wash wash Supercalifragilistic sadomasochism You've got foetus on your breath Why kill time when you can kill yourself You've got some foetus on your breath, baby Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight A suck and what a fight You willed - oh well - oilwell - Orwell Wash it all off Wash it wash it wash it Wash wash wash wash Supercalifragilistic sadomasochism Today I Started Slogging Again ----- - ------- -------- ----- I'm gonna be short, tell you a story About vice, lice and depravity About the M.A.R.Q.U.I.S. D.E. S.A.D.E. But first I'm gonna tell you what I started doing again today You know what I started doing again today? "What?" Lemme tell you... Today I started slogging again According to me, Mister Marquis, you mix up passion and cruelty Cos passion extinguishes sympathy and makes you cold and hard like me Stronger and stronger charms are needed to satisfy the passion And pain awakens nerves when utilized in this fashion The pain of others also causes extraordinary excitation And this cruelty shows your intelligence, not your degeneration Horrible spectacle, execution, slaughter, disease and death You ain't tasted nothing til you got foetus on your breath Today I started slogging again Castration, masturbation, flagellation, come on, use your imagination You may need lubrication for the appropriate preparation So tighten up the thumbscrews and don't you make a sound Cos no one leaves til their extremities are dragging on the ground Today I started slogging again BUTTERFLY POTION name's joe....i used....i used to fix shoes.... fly across the ocean butterfly potion gougin at the eyeballs blow a hole in bedroom wall flyin at the ocean butterfly potion gougin at the eyeballs blow a hole in bedroom wall hairs as red as nicotine round my jar of vaseline fly across the ocean butterfly potion away we roll and away we roll and away we roll and away we roll and away we roll and away we roll and away we roll and away we roll.... weepin at the wall where i crawl nobody knows 'bout the blowjob in the hole and away we roll and away we roll and away we roll and away we roll and away we roll and away we roll and away we roll and away we roll.... careful what you did phone the wife and kid fill up on a mile thru the turnstile,man flyin at the ocean butterfly potion gougin at the eyeballs blow a hole in bedroom wall hairs as red as nicotine round my jar of vaseline fly across the ocean butterfly potion away we roll and away we roll and away we roll and away we roll and away we roll and away we roll and away,away,away we roll away we roll and away we roll and away we roll and away we roll and away we roll and away we roll and away we roll and away we roll....