944 : 0 ?I shook my head and said man what’s this for
man this trip is gone seriously foul
What you wanna show me this disgusting gore
I said keep it shut and bite back your scowl
I don’t wanna hear what I’m meant to learn
From looking at blood and gore and hanging bowel
Yeah look at all the poor heathens burn
Look at the bastards get their due
I can’t see that I shouldn’t take a turn
And take the bloody sword and suffer too
I’ve sewn a little discord in my day
And why don’t y ou admit it, so have you
So should I speak to these poor souls, what should I say
Should I ask them what’s gonna go down
As I roll along this millenium way
like I need some damned demented clown
to tell me that it’s all going south
to tell me I got no future in this town
I’m crazy, I’m running at the mouth
But this ain’t justice and this ain’t God
And there’s no other word that rhymes with south
I’m sick of this the way here is too broad
Let’s just get on with this dismal plod
This song is part of a series loosely based on Dante's Inferno. You can read an essay about this series here. You can read a more general explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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