歌曲 | Descent into the Inferno |
歌手 | Foetus |
专辑 | Nail |
作词 : Scraping Foetus off ... | |
Another hungover morning in the bottom of the Black Lagoon | |
Purgatory disguised as a room with a view | |
I used to be in heaven looking down... now I know the inferno from the inside | |
And you can't see out them windows | |
And smoke gets in your eyes | |
And eyes just wanna cry cry cry cry cry cry cry... | |
An obscene sprawling landscape of NOTHING | |
And NOTHING is its middle name | |
Meet you on the corner of Nothing and Nowhere... where in hell is that? | |
So flat you can't see ten feet in front | |
I want everything to disappear | |
Give me an ISOLATION TANK, make a withdrawal from my BLOOD BANK | |
Yeah, give me another stiff one... and make it a double | |
I don't know when I've had enough | |
But I've never had enough and I've never been bad enough | |
I need it and I need it BAD | |
And if it ain't bad it ain't worth having | |
I ain't the most popular boy I know, that's common knowledge in this town | |
I'm trying hard to D.I.Y. but everything is broken down | |
GLORY GLORY HALLELUJAH... You get what's coming to ya | |
You get a stomach tumour | |
You get a stake right through your heart | |
I recognize thee Satan and I spit in thine face | |
Whatever happened to the human race? | |
What happened to the humanistic faith? | |
What happens to human waste? | |
I wanna get the hell out but there ain't much hope of that | |
fallen into the abyss like a roach in a trap | |
There ain't a hope in Hades... there ain't a hope in Hell | |
There ain't a hope in Hades... there ain't a hope in HELL | |
I don't need a mother no more | |
I'd rather be an orphan or a son of a bitch | |
Or a bastard son who's been dug up dead, worms in eye sockets, holes in my head | |
Don't excavate if you ain't diggin for gold | |
'Cos it's a long way up when you're six feet under | |
Under a pile of human debris | |
A life fulla LIES and SHIT and RUBBLE | |
You wanna save yourself the trouble | |
GORY GLORY HALLELUJAH... You get what's comin to ya | |
You get a stomach tumour | |
You get a stake right through your HEART | |
It isn't very pretty what a town without pity can do | |
Staring into a waste of space | |
Bring on the MONOTONY, bring on the LOBOTOMY | |
And make it a double, and make it a pact | |
I've had more than I can stand - an hors d'oeuvre of maniac | |
I've had more fun in an iron lung | |
I'm cancelling my next birthday | |
I'm gonna wait 'til the witching hour then watch my life come tumblin' down | |
The moon's so full it's spilling over | |
There ain't a hope in HADES... THERE AIN'T A HOPE IN HELL | |
IT ISN'T VERY PRETTY WHAT A TOWN WITHOUT PITY CAN DO | |
GLORY GORY HELLELUJAH... You get what's coming to ya | |
You get a stake right through ya through ya | |
You get a stake right through your HEART | |
IT ISN'T VERY PRETTY WHAT A TOWN WITHOUT PITY CAN DO | |
NO IT AIN'T VERY PRETTY WHAT A TOWN WITHOUT PITY CAN DO | |
DESCEND... DESCEND | |
DESCEND... DESCEND... DESCEND... DESCEND |
zuò cí : Scraping Foetus off ... | |
Another hungover morning in the bottom of the Black Lagoon | |
Purgatory disguised as a room with a view | |
I used to be in heaven looking down... now I know the inferno from the inside | |
And you can' t see out them windows | |
And smoke gets in your eyes | |
And eyes just wanna cry cry cry cry cry cry cry... | |
An obscene sprawling landscape of NOTHING | |
And NOTHING is its middle name | |
Meet you on the corner of Nothing and Nowhere... where in hell is that? | |
So flat you can' t see ten feet in front | |
I want everything to disappear | |
Give me an ISOLATION TANK, make a withdrawal from my BLOOD BANK | |
Yeah, give me another stiff one... and make it a double | |
I don' t know when I' ve had enough | |
But I' ve never had enough and I' ve never been bad enough | |
I need it and I need it BAD | |
And if it ain' t bad it ain' t worth having | |
I ain' t the most popular boy I know, that' s common knowledge in this town | |
I' m trying hard to D. I. Y. but everything is broken down | |
GLORY GLORY HALLELUJAH... You get what' s coming to ya | |
You get a stomach tumour | |
You get a stake right through your heart | |
I recognize thee Satan and I spit in thine face | |
Whatever happened to the human race? | |
What happened to the humanistic faith? | |
What happens to human waste? | |
I wanna get the hell out but there ain' t much hope of that | |
fallen into the abyss like a roach in a trap | |
There ain' t a hope in Hades... there ain' t a hope in Hell | |
There ain' t a hope in Hades... there ain' t a hope in HELL | |
I don' t need a mother no more | |
I' d rather be an orphan or a son of a bitch | |
Or a bastard son who' s been dug up dead, worms in eye sockets, holes in my head | |
Don' t excavate if you ain' t diggin for gold | |
' Cos it' s a long way up when you' re six feet under | |
Under a pile of human debris | |
A life fulla LIES and SHIT and RUBBLE | |
You wanna save yourself the trouble | |
GORY GLORY HALLELUJAH... You get what' s comin to ya | |
You get a stomach tumour | |
You get a stake right through your HEART | |
It isn' t very pretty what a town without pity can do | |
Staring into a waste of space | |
Bring on the MONOTONY, bring on the LOBOTOMY | |
And make it a double, and make it a pact | |
I' ve had more than I can stand an hors d' oeuvre of maniac | |
I' ve had more fun in an iron lung | |
I' m cancelling my next birthday | |
I' m gonna wait ' til the witching hour then watch my life come tumblin' down | |
The moon' s so full it' s spilling over | |
There ain' t a hope in HADES... THERE AIN' T A HOPE IN HELL | |
IT ISN' T VERY PRETTY WHAT A TOWN WITHOUT PITY CAN DO | |
GLORY GORY HELLELUJAH... You get what' s coming to ya | |
You get a stake right through ya through ya | |
You get a stake right through your HEART | |
IT ISN' T VERY PRETTY WHAT A TOWN WITHOUT PITY CAN DO | |
NO IT AIN' T VERY PRETTY WHAT A TOWN WITHOUT PITY CAN DO | |
DESCEND... DESCEND | |
DESCEND... DESCEND... DESCEND... DESCEND |