Blackbird Raum - California Fetid Adder's Tongue | Текст песни

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• Blackbird Raum
• 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
spit the pus from your mouth, you bastards
you ruin my dress when you talk
given a sentence, laid on a plate
shake hands and eat the shit
the acquitted were hard wrung through a dripping cloth
it's good sense, not superstition
so heed that old hag when your mirror is broken
it could be seven long years
laugh like an empty can with a string
seven times you wrap your craven tongue around a torch
swine they wallow, the scuttle there, a paradise of muck
hens they cackle, they love to talk, they love their sufferi