Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Centre Bullet, artist - Skinny Puppy.
Date of issue: 01.10.2004
Song language: English
The Centre Bullet |
Dead shot through the temple in the temple heard the preacher screech! |
I |
Bored you full of holes, Lucretia, saw you crease up in a ball, as if you |
Swallowed your own poison followed as you crawled up to the altar |
I watched the tabernacle choir bawling in a bath of sacramental wine… |
You laced it, but it tastes just fine to me! |
Yes, it’s 89 — 's' a good year… Let’s hear it now for good old (bittersweet) |
'89… Let’s hear it now for good old '89 |
We took our seats, we watched them stringing up a chicken (kept on |
Kicking) as they kicked away the chair… They fed it strychnine! |
We kept |
On staring, sick and sordid, as you pulled another bullet from my belt and |
Fired! |
Count to nine… (ninety nine)… count to nine |
I caught it in my teeth, I licked it clean, I chewed it, I chewed it, struck a |
Match… I flew a dozen stories to my stool behind a widow. |
Sure I’m small |
But big enough (I'm big enough), to send a bullet through your head. |
A |
Bullet through the center of your head! |
I’ll send a bullet through the center |
Of your head. |
Center bullet… Rent a bullet… |