Voodoocult - When You Live As A Boy lyrics

rate me

the son gets the crap

Here, where the mothers are pimps blackmail daughters to sell smack

to the judge and to the priest.

You play a game like a cricket in the garden of blood

"And when you live as a boy you better shut your mouth

Or when you live as a boy you give them a scent of blood or they break your neck"

Literature is dead because you know everything about death anyway.

Hearts are firegutted hooks tar benzoel and murder-oxide.

Fire's our blood

The minister of law and order is dancing on our grave. And rave!

Decade of rottening nicely and self-enjoyable.

The mothers of courage try to play their role in perfection but their seats are cheap

and the lodge is empty anyway.

Masonic lies hang like cobwebs from a celling of baroque stucco

sometimes angry young men climb up and hang on ceiling peeing on the lodge's chairs

buy they are empty anyway.