Foetus - Satan Place Lyrics
Lurchin' round the parking lot, a man possessed (of not a lot)Skin and bones and rings and crown, legs reach right down to the groundSwivel hips and loose lips. Stab the dagger, turn it roundHis life's an open boo scribbled in his own bloodHis constant companion always at handMakin' entries in his diary... the diary of SICK-MANOvercome by waves of lechery - one for you sixteen for meKill the monkey on his backhe kisses BIG, he kisses BLACKProfile of neanderthalleaves his debris in the hallPushover furniture-barroom brawls... takin' notes from toilet wallsHis victim screams - he has a ballTHE BIGGER THE HEAD THE HARDER THEY FALLHe lives a life of luxury, he lives a life of miseryThe entries in his diary are the entries of SICK-MANHis constant companion always at handMakin' entries in his diary... the diary of SICK-MANHis pen's as mighty as his sword. Bites off more than he can affordThe torture-meister relishing - intimidating everythingTypewriter rhythms drowning the newly acquired insecurityGets in fightsstays up nightsrends and mends companion's tightsForcin' symptoms of his own diseaseA BOY FOR YOU, BLACK PLAGUE FOR MEHis constant companion always at handMakin' entries in his diary... the diary of SICK-MANHis constant companion always at handMakin' entries in his diary... the diary of SICK-MANBlackheaded Blackguard with a blackjackLaced his coffee with spoons of RATSACHangs his trophies on walls of his place - hangs his carrots in frontof his faceLust and greed has swallowed him - tearing limb from hymn to limbHe's worries how - he got a gun swallowed in his clammy hamsAll he got for Christmas was a chip on his shoulderAnd a constant reminderLeft c
