Bauhaus - Antonin Artaud lyrics
[Bauhaus - Antonin Artaud lyrics]
Stick this holy cow
Put the audience in action
Let the slaughtered take a bow
The old man's 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 man's poison is another man's meat
One man's agony another man's treat
Artaud lived with his neck
Placed firmly in the noose
Eyes black with pain
Limbs in cramped, contorted
The theatre and his double
The void and the aborted
Those Indians wank on his bones
Those Indians wank on his bones
Those Indians wank on his bones
Those Indians wank on his bones
Those Indians wank on his bones
Those Indians wank on his bones
Those Indians wank on his bones
Those Indians wank on his bones
Those Indians wank on his bones
Those Indians wank on his bones
Those Indians wank on his bones
Those Indians wank on his bones
Those Indians wank on his bones
Those Indians wank on his bones
Those Indians wank on his bones
Those Indians wank on his bones
Those Indians wank on his bones
Those Indians wank on his bones
Those Indians wank on his bones
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