Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Killing Jar, artist - Children of the Damned. Date of issue: 31.05.2007
Song language: English
The Killing Jar |
| I keep humans in a giant jar |
| And each week my favourite subjects get decapitated with a iron bar |
| I ain’t no rising star, the most deranged of rodent |
| I spray deodorant till it runs out, inside a car |
| Which I must have stolen, and for my sins |
| I should be strapped to a rusty anchor and pushed in the fuckin' ocean |
| Coz I’m in love with boastin' about how I’d like to cut you open |
| Mr Wrong, the bastard son of Odin |
| A guy with the mind of a grouch |
| Strange ain’t the word for having body parts stashed down the side of my couch |
| And naming every fly in my house after a gangsta rapper |
| A sick joker, for laughs I bath in an acid tanker |
| I ain’t up in the club |
| I’m in the basement scratchin' at my face with this jagged dagger I covered in |
| blood |
| My brain’s loading soundtracks of Beethoven when I’m charged |
| In the same clothing as the ??? |
| I tax a payphone and chain smoke with blunts |
| The living dead, stay stoned for months |
| Destroying the evidence by pouring gasoline on the X-files |
| I’m vexed coz I see political leaders as reptiles |
| Twinkle, twinkle little star (Little star) |
| Welcome to the Killing Jar (the Killing Jar) |
| Yo, it’s that ???, I drink vodka till I’m paraletic |
| And start to ramble like Rab C. Nesbitt |
| A grumpy bastard, I’ll snap my records |
| Then use the jagged edges to slash your neck with |
| ??? |
| is reckless, I operate on paramedics |
| After necking several bottles of anaesthetic |
| A mad man that’s ambidextrous |
| So in my eyes, I have an extra hand to stab your head with |
| Yo, I juggle with live hand grenades and kegs |
| Rattle snakes, Stanley blades and alligator heads |
| An awkward doctor, all my practice patients dead |
| From amputating their legs with a jagged bayonet |
| I am a major pest, hiding in your shadow with a razors edge |
| Wearing a mask of lacerated flesh |
| Raps insanest yet |
| I’ll jump off a building and just before hitting the ground, slap the face of |
| death |
| But snap and break my neck |
| And dig my own grave, but make a mess of it and accidently raise the dead |
| I’m mumbling assassination threats |
| Clutching my brain, drunk off my face off a can of mace and ??? |
| Twinkle, twinkle little star (Little star) |
| Welcome to the Killing Jar (the Killing Jar) |
| They predicted the birth of prophet |
| Bollocks, I shot to Earth on a comet with the intent to rid the world of its |
| chronic |
| I murdered Adonis and took his place |
| So if I see your bird and she’s on it, she’ll be swearing the topic |
| Of how I had her standin', slammin' her face to the bonnet |
| The best night of her life, I did it for the purse in her pocket |
| Tearing her locket, I’m sick |
| Drenchin' every single member of your clique when I’m hurling a vomit |
| I’m cursed and demonic |
| I roll to church with a bomb in a hearse in a coffin, the ?? |
| got murdered for |
| nothing |
| Shakes made him surf a toboggan, tied to a Merc clockin' |
| 186 down the ??? |
| triple 6, with no purpose of stoppin' |
| I tax the ??? |
| amount of cash, burn your council flat down to ash |
| ??? |
| your house with bats and kick you out your pad |
| Like, close your mouth you twat, I’m doubtin' that |
| You could ??? |
| the lad who could’ve blagged an ounce of crack into Alcatraz |
| ???, whether you remain alive or not |
| A medieval fucker |
| Pullin' ideas out of my head after being scalped with a greasy pizza cutter |
| Twinkle, twinkle little star (Little star!) |
| Welcome to the killing jar (the killing jar!) |