Testo di California/Fetid Adder's Tongue

Wake in the morning, the hold of the anchor The walk of the cunning, the hole in the ship It's easy to be firemen in a house made of brick So spit the puss from your mouth, you bastard You ruin my dress when you talk Given a sentence, laid on a plate Shake hands and eat the shit The acquitted were hard rung through a dripping cloth Given a sentence, laid on a plate Shake hands and eat the shit The acquitted were hard rung through a dripping cloth Laugh like an empty can with a string Seven times you wrap your craven tongue around a torch It's easy to be firemen in a house made of brick So spit the puss from your mouth, you bastard You ruin my dress when you talk Swine they wallow, they scuttle there a paradise of muck Hens they cackle, they love to talk they love their suffering