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)

Другие песни Bauhaus:

Bauhaus - Night Time
21 часа назад 531,00 (не задано)

Bauhaus - Of Lillies And Remains
7 дня назад 494,00 (не задано)

Bauhaus - Party Of The First Part
1 день назад 772,00 (не задано)

Bauhaus - Poison Pen
14 дня назад 564,00 (не задано)

Bauhaus - Rosegarden Funeral Of Sores
12 часа назад 486,00 (не задано)

Bauhaus

Antonin Artaud

Текст песни Bauhaus - Antonin Artaud

Другие песни Bauhaus:

Похожие артисты: