Death the Bludgeoner

Lyrics
Eats like a horse, drinks like a camel A lying sack of shit on every channel She swims like a flute, plays it soft and hateful I swallow her dust, she's no Marianne or Faithfull There's never a break, a pausing for breath In a big hurry, the Bludgeoner of Death In a big hurry, the Bludgeoner of Death She thunders like Zeus, Epiphone or epic Cudgels and clubfeet, a legendary all-too-septic Corps of dead corpses, omnipotent wench Shovels and pitchforks, a lovelier rosy stench There's never a break, a pausing for breath In a big hurry, the Bludgeoner of Death In a big hurry, the Bludgeoner of Death She steals like a church, what a sad tormentor Money and murder, thumbs down for every senator Sage of the stagecoach, who's as dumb as a gun All across the world, we're still number one There's never a break, a pausing for breath In a big hurry, the Bludgeoner of Death In a big hurry, the Bludgeoner of Death In a big hurry, the Bludgeoner of Death
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Credits
- Writers
- Scott McCaughey