Circle of Disgust

I’m up here hanging over roses and cloves
Cause all we made together was some motherfucking rope
Stuck with high rises falling, growing on the spot
Let’s just be honest – no wait, let’s not

Just rest your pretty little head
Cause all good girls go to heaven
I never liked drugs till they put ‘em in a song
I might not be wicked but goddamnit I’m wrong

Hey remember the time I cut the head off your neck?
Left you in a little red shed dead out of respect?
Well you owe me your soul and I’m calling the debt
And you’re forever in a hole when I cash in the cheque

I walked through the desert where I learned hypnotics
Now my propaganda vehicle has got hydraulics
Standing at the back trying to match the tempo
And pitch of their horrid holocaust libretto

I’m stepping lively through the year of the severed head
And talking timely about people that I’ve never read
City’s hydro comes from women spinning in a bed
Walking slyly on knives in disguise of the pious

The devil took the figure of the father and son
So the reverend put a sickle through the base and the sum
Put his fate upon the table for the hatable one
Even god knows now what his brain is capable of

On her cranium, a crater from a paper made gun
It’s amazing what the mayor and the state do for fun
Left her makeup on the pavement but they’re saving him some
Her legs are what they make them; she’s their favourite one

This kid loved soil so he buried a nun
Then he dug her back up so he could be carrying some
Twenty names in his pocket, intent of marrying some
A dirty kid in this chapel like some carrion scum