Do the outburst…
Take it on the chin…
Smoking kills…
Bring out the sinners…
They are nothing but lizards,
They bring you down to their tables at breakfast time
And make you sit through their prayers,
Unaware that your clearest intentions
Involve detentions with school girls and white wine,
All the time your mind is thinking,
“I want to do things in the pantry,
I want to do things in the pantry with you”.
Why you living in the 1950’s?
Put down Lolita, pick up your bible
And start speaking the words your mother taught you.
You ought to do that – but then again you could just
Bust your face against the pantry walls!
Bust your face against the pantry walls!
Bust your face against the pantry walls!
This is the future we are nothing but molluscs,
We are nothing but war wounds even now,
Do the outburst…
Take it on the chin…
Smoking kills…
We’ll post more lyrics to recent music by Foilface here soon.
