Rudimentary Peni - Gentlemen Prefer Blood | Текст песни

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Gentlemen prefer blood in this day and age, well really
Cleave you foe from head to hip,
from flesh plucked skull begin to sip
Besemened bed of virus hell,
Dad is dead, Mom's mad as well
Michael Nyman met a pieman

White note music twaddle twaddle
twaddle diddle
Play away, play away
you are out of key,
you're out of key
1/2 wistful,
1/2 boastful.
1/2 wistful,
1/2 boastful
The pigs are fucking in the field
With a hey nonny nonny
and a hey nonny no yeah
One five oh Jacko Vitiligo
let's not get so superman
Eighteenth Century Atheist
thrown into old father Thames
Aboriginal sinners
we are the cannibals
Sigismund says a smile is nothing
but a cultured sneer
Cultures built on slavery,
art laid down by squirearchy
His majesty's province of
Rhode Island and Providence plantations
Alienists alienate alien alienists
alienate alien nations
Autobiography of a nonentity
management of the passions
Voice fluctuating from high piping
to low modulations

All music comes from the scream contradiction o titania

father, maternal grandfather,
mother "centre of my orbit",
henry st. clair he was my friend,
two-gun bob, auntie and me.

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