Bauhaus - antonin artaud текст песни

The young man held a gun to the head of god

Stick this holy cow

Put the audience in action

Let the slaughtered take a bow

The old mans words, white hot knives

Slicing through warm butter

The butter is the heart

The rancid peeling soul

Scratch pictures on asylum walls

Broken nails and matchsticks

Hypodermic hypodermic hypodermic

Red fix

One mans poison another mans meat

One mans agony another mans treat

Artaud lived with his neck paced firmly in the noose

Eyes black with pain,

Limbs in cramps contorted

The theatre and its double

The void and the aborted

Those indians wank on his bones (repeat)