Текст песни Bauhaus - Antonin Artaud, слова песни Bauhaus

Текст песни Bauhaus - Antonin Artaud

Bauhaus - Antonin Artaud слова песни

The young man held a gun to the head of godStick this holy cowPut the audience in actionLet the slaughtered take a bowThe old mans words, white hot knivesSlicing through warm butterThe butter is the heartThe rancid peeling soulScratch pictures on asylum wallsBroken nails and matchsticksHypodermic hypodermic hypodermicRed fixOne mans poison another mans meatOne mans agony another mans treatArtaud lived with his neck paced firmly in the nooseEyes black with pain,Limbs in cramps contortedThe theatre and its doubleThe void and the abortedThose indians wank on his bones (repeat)

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Bauhaus

Antonin Artaud

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