Lyrics Human Torch - Rocket From The Crypt

Human Torch

Ridin' on the backs
Of a wasted generation
Watch out for that blow hole
It kicks a lot of ass
13 years of licking
And not an ass to be found
I don’t need a dick, man
To make a hole in the ground
Lyin' on a bail
Of lies that cushion me
Just can’t bear another day
If I cannott see
There’s a man who spits up blood
And he knows my name
And he chews on broken glass
And it’s all the same
Here’s to you human torch
You’re so fucking lame
Here’s to you human torch
You’re so fucking lame
Part 2 of the novel
You’re dead but it’s all fine
He worked hard as a nail
But he won’t leave his wine
Bag your cousin
Sleep with your wounded niece
Stab your bitch mother
Comb your dirty fleece
There’s a guy who spits up blood
And he knows my name
And he chews on broken glass
But it’s all the same
Here’s to you human torch
You’re so fucking lame
Here’s to you human torch
You’re so fucking lame
Don’t write a book about it
Go and tout it
Dear de-hearted, ill-aparted
There’s a guy who spits up blood
And he knows my name
And he chews on broken glass
But it’s all the same
Here’s to you human torch
You’re so fucking lame
Here’s to you human torch
You’re so fucking lame
Don’t write a book about it
Go and tout it
Dear de-hearted, ill-aparted