Cult 歌词

Cigarettes have killed millions. I wish I would have thought of that. What the fuck smells like tooth loss in here? We've got lamb on the door waiting for the angel. Walking through blood knee high. I wish I would have thought of that. What the fuck smells like bad priest in here? We've got blood on the door. God-war. Death-president. Let's get hopped up on horse tranquilizers and play with claw hammers. Maybe stop at the tendon and try to keep this screwdriver out of your neck. Hey kids, the Jesus-reaper wears a cowboy hat. (These plowshares have fashioned the perfect swords. I kneel with one eye on the clock. High up in our heaven they'll laugh and smoke cigars when natural selection renders this rock a vacant lot - Trevor Strnad). We should apologize... say we're sorry. If you hadn't sprayed our throats on the floor, Micheal.