Songtext von Doomsday Stomp

Let's play a little game On scribbled paper You guess the letters And I'll draw the hanging man Hint number one is Five letters inscribed over The lips of eyeless woman Asking me for needles and a thread to sew her head back together again She reaches forward And grabs ahold of my sleeve Her antennae wrap around me Her lungs infect me as she breathes... The roadkill scent of violent city On swollen anthill sore Insects desperate cry Oh infected for Doomsday stomp from the skies This town made its guesses But can't spell her own name A five letter word for the oncoming plague A stick figure dangling from stoplight grave