Lletres:
Corpse In Your Coffee

Traducció: Cadàver en el cafè. Aquí està una altra vegada.

Traducció: Cadàver en el cafè. La mare i el pare.

your navel Open your face and pour milk in your forehead Count the bodies, that's four dead Look behind your fuckin' back With the drill bit in your

I'm done dreaming, at least for today L'amour existe encore: Quand je m'endors contre ton corps Alors je n'ai plus de doute L'amour existe encore When I fall asleep against your

generation Sickle star hammer stripes stripe sickle stars hammer star corpse Knighthoods lands and refinement for yesterday's bullies derision and Criticism of today's SNAFU coffee

oddly distraught Gentle laughter when I'm telling jokes at your dead pool party I am a necromancer of an exquisite corpse I'll cry ten minutes in your

to the Mr. Coffee. Pour myself a warm black existence. 9 to 5 at the morgue, Overtime for the corpse. Hypnotised by the hum of the freezer. Hypnotised by the look in your

was me, who put some Drain-O in her coffee. Now that she is underground i'll know that youre not hanging 'round for her, not for her. now I know your

've made to scare out fears away a slogan that we slap on all our misdirected hate a muddy symbol meant to mitigate our pain but it's really just a desert corpse