
Date of issue: 01.04.2013
Song language: English
The Final Course |
I stare into a belly through the eyes of a beast |
Made a toast to life and commence the feast |
We chewed up mitten creams till our mouths would ooze and foul |
Devour man from meat, sucking marrow from the bone |
Washed it down with wine, Vintage 1953 |
Leaned back in our chairs, sucked a bone and picked our teeth |
Gazing at our bellies, I watched the unfolding of time |
Stricken by a bolt eyed brother, there’s no way that child is mine |
Silence gripped the table till the sobbing began |
And her console and the scolding from the wives of all the men |
To glare down at the plates, faces flushing red |
The women now demanded a platter with my head |
The knowledge in my head fit the anger in my heart |
The vomit in my hands meant the chocking will soon start |
I grabbed the throat of the nearest shrew, she was sitting at my right |
Someone brained me with a skillet, boom boom, out go the lights |
I was watching from above my body |
Face down on the floor |
They gathered round my carcass, gasping in horror |
What do we do about the body, someone cried |
I heard them without a body, «there can be no trial» |
But the meat all quickly changed and they all got down to work |
That is how it was I who became the final course |
Name | Year |
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Touch Me I'm Sick | 1988 |
Need | 1988 |
Hate the Police | 1988 |
Sweet Young Thing Ain't Sweet No More | 1988 |
If I Think | 1988 |
Chain That Door | 1988 |
No One Has | 1988 |
Mudride | 1988 |
In 'n' Out of Grace | 1988 |
The Money Will Roll Right In | 2009 |
Suck You Dry | 2009 |
You Got It (Keep It Outta My Face) | 1988 |
The Rose | 1988 |
Here Comes Sickness | 1989 |
This Gift | 1989 |
Blinding Sun | 2009 |
Burn It Clean | 1988 |
Get Into Yours | 1989 |
Come To Mind | 1989 |
Halloween | 1988 |