Lyrics - Cold Day In Hell by Foetus

{
J.
G.
Thirwell)
If
Moses had heard about this one there would've been another commandment:"
Thou shalt not slaver on thine cadaver whilst all thine fat is in the fire"
This isn't the melody that lingers on, it's the malady that malingers on
There's the
Devil to pay - he can keep the change -
I can't stand the thoughtof another cold day...
I
AIN'
T
GOT
A
CHINAMAN'
S
CHANCE
IN
LIMBOMass breathing, mass seething, mass bleeding, mass seeding, mass debating
Mass existence is the cause of my problems, gotta choose between suicideand genoicide
I've been impaled by the sins of
World
Ware
Two
Can't sleep for the skins of six million jews
I'd join the
Ku
Klux
Klan just to get the uniform - or a good night's sleep
ALL
HELL
BREAKS
LOOSEThe jig is up -
My fate is sealed
I'm stood at the gallows again
The inscription on my tombstone reads "
WISH
YOU
WERE
HERE"
The tearing of my
FLESH -
The thud of my
CARCASSThe rhythmic crunch of bone
Crucifixion is my addiction...
I
SPENT
A
MONTH
OF
SUNDAYS
IN
A
COLD
DAY
IN
HELLWhen it's one man against the world,
I shouldn't have so much time to complain
I found there was a hole in my spiritual parachute after
I jumped from theastral plain
No escape from four stone slimy walls
I built up while trying to knock themdown
DEATH warrant
DEATH wwatch
DEATH rattle
DEATH'
S door - ain't
I died enoughbefore?
Deliver me from this treachery...
Deliver me from this
AGONYStop trying to make a man of me...
I ain't got the raw materials, see?
I'm a killer with a label and a blueprint of
Babel and all of my
DEATH cardsare on the table
I met my maker and
I don't like what
I see...
Medusa is fondling me
Blut und
Boten are strictly verboten, it's a classic case of mort subite
But what
I thought was the quickest solution turned out to be satanic destiny
ALL
HELL
BREAKS
LOOSE
ALL
HELL
BREAKS
LOOSEThe jig is up - my fate is sealed
I'm stood on the gallows again
The inscription on my tombstone reads "
WISH
YOU
WERE
HERE"
I
DIED
EVERY
NIGHT
FOR
A
THOUSAND
YEARSThe tearing of my
FLESH - the thud of my
CARCASSTHE
RHYTHMIC
CRUNCH
OF
BONECrucifixion is my addiction...
I
SPENT
A
MONTH
OF
SUNDAYS
IN
A
COLD
DAY
IN
HELLI
SPENT
A
MONTH
OF
SUNDAYS
IN
A
COLD
DAY
IN
HELLI
SPENT
A
MONTH
OF
SUNDAYS
IN
A
COLD
DAY
IN
HELLI
SPENT
A
MONTH
OF
SUNDAYS
IN
A
COLD
DAY
IN
HELL

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