[ Featuring You've Got Foetus on Your Breath ]
(are you ready on the bass? organ? are you ready on guitar? shutup, shutup guitar!)
Ow!
I'm gonna be short, tell you a story about a vice, lice and depravity
About the M.A.R.Q.U.I.S.D.E.S.A.D.E.
But first i'm gonna tell you what i started doing again today
You know what i started doing again today? "what?" lemme tell you...
Today i started slogging - again
Today i started slogging - again
Today i started slogging - again
Today i started slogging - again
According to me, mister marquis,
You mix up passion and cruelty cos passion extinguishes sympathy
And makes you cold and hard like me
Stronger and stronger charms are needed to satisfy the passion and pain awakens nerves
When you lust in this fashion the pain of others also causes extraordinary excitation
And this cruelty shows your energy not your generation
Horrible spectacle, execution, slaughter, disease and death
You aint tasted nothing 'til you got foetus on your breath
Today i started slogging - again
Today i started slogging - again
Today i started slogging - again
Today i started slogging - again
Castration, masturbation, flagellation, come on, use your imagination
You may need lubrication for the appropriate preparation
So tighten up the thumbscrews, put on this evening gown
And no one leaves til their extremities are dragging on the ground
Today i started slogging - again
Today i started slogging - again
Today i started slogging - again
Today i started slogging - again
You wont get hungry, everything's swallowed
Nothin goes to waste
Cos once its been down your throat a few times it's not such a bitter taste
So come on, hit me one time and lets blaspheme my friend
Get up get down get sideways aint no party and it never ends
Today i started slogging - again
Today i started slogging - again
Today i started slogging - again
