Album: Your Funeral... My Trial (1986)
Charted: 35
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  • Well, I lived with one
    Well, I lived with one, I lived with two,
    I even lived with a third
    I wanna tell you about number one
    He was a miserable shitwringing turd
    Like he reminded me of some evil gnome
    Shaking hands was like shaking a hot, fat, oily bone

    Holding on for far too long
    Yes he took me in, he took me in
    He said that I looked pale and thin
    I told him he looked fat
    His lips were red and licking wet
    His house was roasting hot
    In fact it was a fucking slum
    Scum! Scum!
    Well then he hooked up with some slut from the same game

    Black snow! Black snow!
    Cocksuckstress, and I should know
    Mean and vicious, her microphone always smelled suspicious
    His and herpes bath towel type
    If you know what I mean
    I could not look at him, worm
    He'd be taking a shower and who should walk in
    He was the epitome of their type
    Her middle name was Welcome, his was Wipe
    Scum! Scum!
    Well you're on the shit list
    Thrust and twist, twist and screw
    You gave me a bad review
    And maybe you think that it's all just water under the bridge

    Well my un-friend, I'm the type that holds a grudge
    I'm your creator
    I think you fucking traitor, chronic masturbator,
    Shitlicker, user, self-abuser, jigger jigger!
    What rock did you crawl from?
    Which, did you come?
    You Judas, Brutus, Vitus, Scum!
    Hey four-eyes, come
    That's right, it's a gun
    Face is bubble, blood, and, street
    Snowman with six holes clean into his fat fuckin guts

    Psychotic drama mounts
    Guts well deep then a spring is fount
    I unload into his eyes
    Blood springs
    Dead snow
    Blue skies Writer/s: Michael Harvey, Nicholas Cave
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management, Mute Song Limited, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

Comments: 2

  • Linda from London, United KingdomWhat a well written load of narcissistic self indulgent tosh. Desperate wannabees are evrywhere ...
  • Jeff from Weymouth, VaThe song was also covered by Blackmore's Night on their album "Ghost of a Rose" as well as the compilation "Beyond the Sunset". Hauntingly beautiful, it is the only one I've found that does justice to the brilliance of the original.
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