Slipped on the sludge, broke a hip
It's a crutch made of metal
Drilled in the skull, watch it ooze
It's a head filled with petrol
The wind blowing through your hair
Is the breath from the dragon's lair
Shaking all the leaves and tickling the brow of the beast
Roll my body up in bread crumbs
I'm ready for the fryer
Drop me into boiling oil in a basket made of wire
2020 honey I ain't got no fuckin' money
City of neon they got me on all the Freon
They can slip into free drinks at slot machines
We are all just appetizers in the feast of the beasts
Oh come on and eat!
I know... late to the party.... but I read somewhere that this is a mixture of replacements and early GGD and thought I'd check it out.... really like it. Mully