Paroles Cold Day In Hell de Foetus

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If Moses had heard about it there would've been another commandment:
"Thou shalt not slaver on thine cadaver whilst all thine fat is in the fire."
This isn't the melody that lingers on, it's the malady that malingers on
There's the Devil to pay--he can keep the change--I can't stand the
thought of another cold day

I AIN'T GOT A CHINAMAN'S CHANCE IN LIMBO

Mass breathing, mass seething, mass bleeding, mass seeding, mass debating
Mass existence is the cause of my problems, gotta choose between
suicide and genocide
I've been impaled by the sins of World War Two
Can't sleep for the skins of six million jews
I'd join the Ku Klux Klan just to get the uniform--or a good night's sleep

ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE

The jig is up--my fate is sealed
I'm stood at the gallows again
The inscription on my tombstone reads "WISH YOU WERE HERE"
I died every night for a thousand years
The tearing of my FLESH--The thud of my CARCASS
The rhythmic crunch of bone
Crucifixion is my addiction...

I SPENT A MONTH OF SUNDAYS IN A COLD DAY IN HELL

When it's one man against the world, I shouldn't have so much time to complain
I found there was a hole in my spiritual parachute
After I jumped from the astral plane
No escape from four stone slimy walls I built up while trying to knock
them down
DEATH warrant DEATH watch DEATH rattle DEATH'S door
Ain't I died enough before?

Deliver from this treachery...Deliver from this AGONY
Stop trying to make a man of me...I ain't got the raw materials, see?
I'm a killer with a label and a blueprint of Babel and all of my DEATH
cards are on the table
I meet my maker and I don't like what I see...Medusa is fondling me
Blut und Boten are strictly verboten, it's a classic case of mort sublite
But what I thought was the quickest solution turned out to be satanic destiny

ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE

I SPENT A MONTH OF SUNDAYS IN A COLD DAY IN HELL
I SPENT A MONTH OF SUNDAYS IN A COLD DAY IN HELL
I SPENT A MONTH OF SUNDAYS IN A COLD DAY IN HELL
I SPENT A MONTH OF SUNDAYS IN A COLD DAY IN HELL

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