Archers Of Loaf - Hate Paste текст песни

Bit my lip

And its the same thing.

Now Im reduced to a pulp.

Your undisturbed and decorated

Decorations lie.

Youre hounded by pulse

Stabbed by spit

And your brain fits

Despite your ears.

Another one has run in.

Rottin and gossiped,

Youre all used up

With a burst up shell. (? )

Whyre you gonna try it

If you know you dont like it

Howre you gonna give it up

If you aint got it.

Whyre you gonna use it

If you think that its broke.

Whyre you gonna swell the show (? )

The things that youre breaking down, down, down.

Down cold thresh flesh paste

Deliver hate paste.

Voices sick and swelling

You say you dont like it.

You say you dont like it.

But you just dont get it

You just dont get it.

Youre hounded by pulse,

Stabbed by spit

And your brain shits

To clog your ears.

A casual mark

Made by a bird.

What you lost

With your fair hands.

Whyre you gonna try it

If you know you dont like it.

Howre you gonna give it up

If you aint got it.

Whyre you gonna use it

If you think that its broke

Whyre you gonna swell the show

The things that youre breaking down, down, down