Paroles de Beyond The Squashed

Disgusting feeling in the Darkness Only wanting to murder The hate of my Mother I twist your legs the wrong way Death they smelt, nostrils over Loaded with stenchy grench! Bodies overthrown and then crushed Within their own limbs, broken, torn, elastic Sick dirty fools - Horrible twits I make you die, doggy pigs Remember as children we crawled Now I disgrace the Throg Lord Children were burned with coal embers Their faces torched and melted with salty flames Vikings had dreams of free goblins and shiny skies! Blood spilled and bladder operations were untrue! Awful Spit Bastards were looked upon With an unnatural view point There was only one thing to do Watch their legs twist with Spanners on their ankles Chainsaws cutting their fibias Blood (Crimson with clots!) Yes, lovely blood! Blood! Oh, yes!