California/Fetid Adder's Tongue

Blackbird Raum

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Wake in the morning, the hold of the anchor
The walk of the cunning, the hole in the ship

It's easy to be firemen in a house made of brick
So spit the puss from your mouth, you bastard
You ruin my dress when you talk

Given a sentence, laid on a plate
Shake hands and eat the shit
The acquitted were hard rung through a dripping cloth

Given a sentence, laid on a plate
Shake hands and eat the shit
The acquitted were hard rung through a dripping cloth

Laugh like an empty can with a string
Seven times you wrap your craven tongue around a torch

It's easy to be firemen in a house made of brick
So spit the puss from your mouth, you bastard
You ruin my dress when you talk

Swine they wallow, they scuttle there a paradise of muck
Hens they cackle, they love to talk they love their suffering