原文歌詞
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Peasant Kill
He kills.
Peasants make grand victims,
Their faces disfigured,
By the blades he wields.
A man with a hump,
He kills with pride:
Murder urges all orgasms.
His gut tightens.
Ugly monkey-face peasants urge him on:
A tiny child realises life is short.
The child's head easily
Bludgeoned from Tender Body.
