I Know You’re Fucking Someone Else

Lyrics

[The recording begins with Glass Walls of Limbo] [Crowd chanting] You suck! You suck! You suck! [Peter Steele talking to the soundman and then the crowd] Hey, soundman. Soundman! Wake up, stupid! Hey, turn this shit off Hey, you say we suck? You paid 15 dollars. 15 American dollars. To get in here And we're getting paid. Paid for this shit So who's the real asshole here? One! Two! One! Two! Three! Four! [Canto I: Anorganic Transmutogenesis (Synthetic Division)] "Trust and you'll be trusted" Says the liar to the fool Lust, so what if you're busted? In love and war there ain't no rules No rules! Do you believe in forever? I don't even believe in tomorrow Now that all the ties are severed The memories that bring only sorrow Hickey! [Guitar solo] Alright! I'm gonna sing a little song for you now, so listen up [The band stops playing and Peter Steele proceeds to sing "I'm in the Mood for Love" by Doris Day] [Crowd begins to chant] Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you! [Peter Steele laughs and replies] Hahahahaha. Yeah, fuck you too! [Unknown person from the crowd] This band stinks, bitch! [Canto II: Betrayal] Out of sight out of mind The motto of betrayal Prophets preach forgive and forget I'm sorry, I am unable... unable [Canto III: Coitus Interruptus] - [Instrumental] [A woman and Peter Steele moaning, probably having a sexual intercourse, in the end Steele screams] [Canto IV: I Know You're Fucking Someone Else] Hey don't think I don't know who you're doin', you stupid twat! You went to L' Amour Saturday night Red nails, lipstick Dressed two sizes too tight His tongue down your throat His hand up your skirt Yeah, I'm a man But it still hurts! (Slut!) (Whore!) (Cunt!) I know you're fucking someone else (He knows you're fucking someone else) I know you're fucking someone else (He knows you're fucking someone else) You had cocks on your mind And cum on your breath Inserted that diaphragm before you left Practicing freelance gynecology Where there's a womb there's a way With you it's for free, yeah! (Slut!) You bloody whore! (Whore!) A-you're a cunt! (Cunt!) I know you're fucking someone else (He knows you're fucking someone else) I know you're fucking someone else (He knows you're fucking someone else) Done it before So many times I refused to learn my lesson, ah Gave 'til it hurt I thought it was right, well Only fools make mistakes twice Woah, woa woa woa woa woa woah Woah, woa woa woah, ah Ah So... I sit home Drinkin' alone Empty bottle in my hand Don't, don't even try To sort out the lies It's worse to try to understand Woah, woa woa woa woa woa woah Woah, woa woah Yeah! Woah, woah, woah, woa woah! Uuh! Ah! Whoah, you, you make me hate myself! Ah, you! Yeah, you! Ah, you! I know you're fucking someone else (He knows you're fucking someone else) I know you're fucking someone else (He knows you're fucking someone else) Oh, I know you fucked someone else! (He knows you're fucking someone else) Oh, I know you're fucking someone else! (He knows you're fucking someone else) I know (he knows) I said I know (he said he knows) I know (he knows) I know (he knows) I know (he knows) I know (he knows) I know (he knows) I know (he knows) I know!!! Oh! Yeah! I know! I know! Yeah, thanks for the memories, you fat ass bitch! [The song ends and Peter Steele talks to the crowd again] Hey, eat shit, you fat bastard! Yeah, pay attention to this Hahahahaha