Brain Dead

You're rendering that scaffolding dangerous?

Grass eyed,

Slashed eyed,

Brain dead fucker.

Rips off town,

Steals from his brother,

Loathed by everyone

But loved by his mother.

It not the hip or the ship

That gets you caught,

No one likes to feel that they've been bought

Why then?

Should you do it again and again and again.

He's a wise guy, when guy

Don't like my eye spy

Always a snipe try

Never a green guy

Loathed by everyone

But loved by his mother

Give you a calls

For the

Thing upstairs

She brings him his night time brown and flask

Sews up his nighttime brown and mask

You bleed in my eye

You bleed in my eye

White track

Grass sliding, slasher

Brain dead fucker

Rips of himself and steals from his brother

Loathed by everyone

But loved by his mother

(kiss kiss)

Why then should you do it again and again and again.

Why then do you do it again and again and again.

Vyšlo na albech

1988