Antonin Artaud (Burning from the Inside 1988)

Текст песни Bauhaus - Antonin Artaud (Burning from the Inside 1988)

[Verse 1]
The young man held a gun to the head of God
Stick this holy cow
Put the audience in action
Let the slaughtered take a bow

[Verse 2]
The old man's words, white hot knives
Slicing through warm butter
The butter is the heart
The rancid peeling soul

[Bridge]
Scratch pictures on asylum walls
Broken nails and matchsticks
Hypodermic, hypodermic, hypodermic
Red fix

[Verse 3]
One man's poison is another man's meat
One man's agony another man's treat
Artaud lived with his neck
Placed firmly in the noose

[Verse 4]
Eyes black with pain
Limbs in cramped, contorted
The theatre and his double
The void and the aborted
[Outro]
Those Indians wank on his bones
Those Indians wank on his bones
Those Indians wank on his bones
Those Indians wank on his bones
Those Indians wank on his bones
Those Indians wank on his bones
Those Indians wank on his bones
Those Indians wank on his bones
Those Indians wank on his bones
Those Indians wank on his bones
Those Indians wank on his bones
Those Indians wank on his bones
Those Indians wank on his bones
Those Indians wank on his bones
Those Indians wank on his bones
Those Indians wank on his bones
Those Indians wank on his bones
Those Indians wank on his bones
Those Indians wank on his bones