Ruby Cikada - Maggot Rhyme | Текст песни

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Dead Man’s blues along a trench line, hear the bullets hiss and shrapnel whine
How bout a chorus for the firing line? Put em to tombs just a matter o’time.
Spinal rupture from a thunderclap, fallout burned a hole in the sack.
Feel the love from your M16 – once she gets a purring she’s a mean machine.

Maggot rhyme, death bell chime, crows are fine, over to dinner at the losing side.

Brewing bloodbaths with the toxic rain,
Pour it over till it bleach the stain.
Hell incarnate and the court of heat,
Be like a rock or be quick on your feet.

Light the match, itch the scratch. Burn the wick, make it quick.

Burp or choke now, won’t be for long. Bombs burn up now, blot out the sun.

Sour Belching from the sea of fire licked the sky as the flames grew higher.
Spectres out marching on parade, stole a tank for a motorcade.
Lullabies for lulling slaughter, factory guns seduce the martyr.
Chemical coated intermission saved my skull from inhibition.

Maggot rhyme, death bell chime, crows are fine, over to dinner at the losing side.

Dub me filthy, club me dumb,
Nothings new under this sun.
You play cat, I’ll play mouse,
Only takes two to burn down the house.

Fan the flame, never wane. Flick the switch, break the stitch.

Cough or toke now, won’t be for long. Blood stream up now, smoke from a gun.

Riders backing up the rear today – horsemen watch the battle sway.
Fly no banner on the shooting ground, waiting on the final trumpet to sound.

CHORUS END

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